Blacktail Deer Plateau Not your son, Not your friend

The alpha would let him pick? Valtýr's brows furrowed while he ruminated over the few Blacktail faces and names he knew. So many wolves eluded the boy - unknown beyond the pack meeting. There was the dark man, Taltos, and the green-eyed Blue Willow. Both were kind and gentle. Lasher had even found him a treat! Val remembered how Blue had mended Junior's wounds with great prowess.

And then there was Pura. The flat-eyed leviathan who had, upon Valtýr's temper tantrum, had helped search for Larus. The Sveijarn remembered how the mottled wolf and his sibling sat near one another at the gathering... and the impressionable Val desperately craved to be apart of that clique. "What about Pura?" he ask the alpha, gaze rolling up to judge his superior's reaction.