Swiftcurrent Creek because you live to torture me, don't you?

Relonikiv did not (could not) fully understand what was happening, though the words the silver stranger spoke made his stomach hurt. "They're coming with me." He pressed closer to Scimitar, barely suppressing a whine, and even wrapped one frail forelimb around the Alpha's leg. He was too hung up on those four words to hear the rest of what the male said, though he calmed and focused when Scimitar spoke in turn.

The young runt blinked, then gave his answer: he now wrapped both his scrawny forelegs around the Alpha male's limb and buried his face against it, his back to Shadow and co. Why on earth would he want to go anywhere with a stranger? What did Scimitar mean when he introduced this Shadow wolf as their father? Relonikiv barely recognized the word, much less its true meaning. He showed his face long enough to catch a glimpse of Shadow and his two companions, then turned his head to peer at Bazi and Julius nearby.

"Thtay," he whispered emphatically, his grayish blue eyes now seeking Trajan's familiar form. Not only did Relonikiv want to stay here with his familiar guardians, he wanted his brothers to do the same, and so he spoke for all three of them (or so he thought). Paarthurnax and Durnehviir had already left them. What was left of their family—which did not include Shadow, in his mind—needed to stick together.