Duskfire Glacier Hope for survival

Artok laid his ears to his skull at her reprimand and nodded once, only to suck in a deep breath. The pain that skittered up his body at that nod, put him if possible in a worse mood. He hated being hurt and infirm, it was frustrating.

A soft glow began in his chest at her words and he studied her. A softly mumbled Thanks Was all he said. However, those words meant a lot to him, he was glad someone cared for him in some capacity at least. He listened to her speech and he felt bad, and he vowed if he could to find some of those wolves that treated her badly. He'd rip all their throats out and feed them to them, just for her. She deserved to be treated like a queen, she was more a queen than any other wolf in this godforsaken pack.

Artok nodded and shifted a little embarassed in his teenage emotions at her affection, while secretly liking the attention. yea her I don't know her name. She told me no more children.