Morningside Cuesta this common blood iii

Easy stood very still for a moment, her breath caught in her chest. She couldn't imagine ever turning out one of her children, nor her father turning out one of her siblings. It was abhorrent to her, and she felt badly for Speckletooth almost at once.

But she was uneasy, too. Only one wolf had ever been banished from her natal pack, and it had been because he was a dangerous aberration. Her pumpkin gaze flashed between his skewball eyes for a moment, and inwardly, she began to bristle and cringe. There must be something about this man, she decided, that caused even his own blood to turn away from him.

She wished that he wouldn't head west.

She contemplated, for a moment, attempting to end his journey here and now.

"Go in peace," she said after a beat of quiet; the only words she cared to speak in farewell. When he'd turned away, she would do the same — and head straight over to check on her sons.