Chimera Fields to be hid

Kindle rolled a shoulder.

"There's nothing wrong with old fashioned," he said, thinking about being very young and very confused when his cousins had asked where his father was. He supported his mother in her independence, and certainly, he'd never felt the lack of a father figure.

As far as he was concerned, however, what Katmai was doing was about as old-fashioned as it got. Disperse, find a girl, settle down —

He blinked at Haedwig when she spoke of respect.

"How do you mean?" he asked, his head tipping to the side. "There's plenty of space — I doubt he'll be fighting anyone for territory."

A pack, in Kindle's mind, was all family. Parents and children, and the children of those children, and then their children, of course. Children respected their parents well enough, didn't they? And even if he wasn't currently worthy of respect, he likely had several long months after the cubs were born to shape up.

But perhaps this was simply the musings of a strange woman. One who made sure to remind him that he was no friend of hers. He smiled to himself, digging a little more intently to unearth the flowers without breaking the roots. He doubted he would impress her, but he wanted her to have no reason to complain.