Northstar Vale Wanna be a man? Then,

She woke quickly as he expected, questioning his presence in a tone which betrayed her exhaustion. Without providing an answer to her, his own question slipped from his tongue abruptly.

What's wrong with it?

He spoke of course, of the pup. The leg. You should have ate or killed it maman. He furrowed his brow, unable to understand why she had let it live this long. She would not be so cruel, not usually. Do you need it to be done for you? That had to be it.

He felt his tail curling upwards, but did nothing to stop the abhorrent display. A child born in such a way should not be tolerated in the vale, especially not when born to a Matriarche. It would taint their bloodline, taint their pack. The mother pack had allowed it only once, and it gave them @Phobos. From what had become of the healer, Chaudry thought the answer clear: a child born flawed would strive to become more than it could be, growing resentful and dangerous. If not that, then at the very least their weakness would drag down the pack. They were destined to die brutally; why drag it out?

Maman should be grateful. Not only would he clean up this mistake for her, but he had provided her an heiress to replace this flawed creature: Julienne, his @Julia.