Redtail Rise morendo

Perhaps - but not if they were like him. He knew that blood wasn't something he could ever learn, not unless driven by something he hadn't encountered yet. They would only learn if they wished for something he couldn't comprehend.

This next part he did not understand. She looked so angry but he could only stare with confusion, trying to sort out what he was missing. Picked him? When? He had come across her during that time, but it hadn't been as it had with Chacal. He would have known.

You picked them, he said, his head tilting a bit. He was hesitant, trying to remember, but he knew. He tried so hard to give her what she wanted. I understood. He thought he did... but now he was lost.