Altar of Twilight You believe me like a god

The question brought a tiny smile to his face. Delos was not a boy who appreciated information being kept from him, he thought. Perhaps this could be tied to a general thirst for knowledge.

"Not at all," he replied, his tail whisking at his hocks in gentle placation. "I was asking your mother if we might discuss my taking you on as an apprentice. You are still young — I did not want to bring it up if she did not approve. But with her permission, I ask you, Delos, if you would like to learn more about herbs and healing. If you would like to travel the wilds to aid other wolves. Your mother, of course, could accompany us. There are other considerations — but I ask you first if this sounds like something you are interested in."

He eyed the boy keenly, measuring him and, once more, finding him quite up to snuff.