Moonspear I tell myself that you’re no good for me

thanks, Starr!

Up onto the mountain they went again, the three of them. He was still a bit wary of Penn—but if they were to be part of a pack, Penn would be only one of many faces. He wasn't the end-all-be-all. 

Fennec would be secure here.

He glanced toward his mother, but remained quiet. Straightened, broadened his shoulders, protecting the other two. His golden gaze was gimlet up the slope; he was ready for what met them.

This was their new home. They'd decided.

Would his mother be happy?