Blacktail Deer Plateau Not your son, Not your friend

Grateful that he took the meal without resistance (in his shape, Dante hadn't expected much), the Alpha waited patiently as he began to scarf it down. Listening attentatively as Valtyr paused to speak, Dante mulled the statements over. Lucius wasn't a name he knew, and he found it odd that a stranger would just dump the pup to another pack's mercy. If Dante were less kind, he might have counted the boy weight they could not afford, turning him away to likely die in the winter's cold. He would not do such a thing, but this Lucius had no way of knowing that.

Pura's statement was the one he latched onto, though. "He isn't wrong." He mused, then looked questioningly. "What do you think? Would you like one?" He wasn't going to thrust the pup on an unwelcome guardian, but he did agree that guidance would not be a bad thing in the young one's life. He was at the age where he would be beginning to find his own footing, but with tutoring the path would be much easier.