Chimera Fields to be hid

Haedwig tore into the ground, yet for all her intensity she was careful to avoid the roots of the plant. Maybe I'm just old-fashioned, then. Though in truth, she understood. That understanding was why she would always advise against it; making a kid was much easier than raising them, and they certainly were not all blessings in her eyes.

She supposed there wasn't much sense in telling him off, though. Haedwig had been his age, she knew that you tended not to listen to your elders until after a mistake had been made.

Her brow raised at the idea of this nephew starting a pack. Really? Does he think he'll be able to gain that sort of respect? It was hard not to come off as judgemental.. but that's because she sort of was. Young wolves weren't known for their excellence in raising packs. Tail beginning to swish behind her, she couldn't help letting out a snicker that ended in a cough. I suppose I shouldn't judge until I've met him. You don't hear about that kind of thing often is all, not outside of established packs anyways.

You can call me Haedwig. My friends call me Honey Badger. And he wasn't her friend just yet.