Arrow Lake The divine radiance of invertebrates

While his interest was piqued, it faded quickly when she answered him, and he gave a small shake of his creamy muzzle. “No, sorry, I don’t.” There was a small pause as he racked his mind, trying to recall the brief stories Rapier had told him when he had been a mere cub. “My mother spoke of the pack her and my Uncle tried to raise during their time in Seahawk Valley – my lineage is a mix of Frostfur’s and DeMonte’s.” There was a small pause, unsure if she would even recognize these names. “I am uncertain of my father’s side.”

He had never met his father, though it wasn’t a thought he had dwelled upon much. He had been given a name, and when given the choice, had proudly taken his mother’s family name to carry forward. She had raised him, and in turn, she was the only parent he would ever know or claim. “I’m not sure I would like the seaside myself.. but from what she said, it sounded like a very resourceful land to inhabit.”