Whitefish River mama said knock you out

Everything Vercingetorix said made sense, except the part about Blackhead, who apparently was his attacker from so long ago. I thought she lived on the coast? he interjected, not really expecting an answer. It was a testament to how wide-ranging wolves were that she would show up in the mountains. It also sent an unpleasant sensation rolling through his stomach, reminding him none-too-kindly that there were more wolves out there than just her that would relish in harming them.

Sanguinus. If Blackhead could travel so far by chance, so could he.

We should go look for your mom. Honestly, he should've known that was coming, but Dragomir screwed his eyes shut and furrowed his muzzle, almost like an old man pinching the bridge of his nose, but without fingers. How he felt about her leaving on her scouting trip didn't matter. He did still love her—she was his mother!—and Verx was right. She was probably hurt. That was the only reasonable explanation that she hadn't come back, even though the little voice in Dragomir's head wanted him to believe it was deliberate. Aurëwen was many things, but she loved her children. She wouldn't leave them on purpose. He knew that.

Okay, he agreed, exhaling slowly through his nostrils.