Lost Creek Hollow The number of places in paradise is limited.

The Alphess welcomed him to a share, to which Artyom politely declined with a smile. "That is generous," he said, "but I would feel better knowing that it filled your pups' bellies. My gift, to you?" He pricked his golden ears forward, hopeful that his gentle rejection would not offend her. It was never appropriate to feed before a leader in Timiryazevskaya, and he was not quite prepared to break that particular habit.

She went on, asking if he'd settled, which caused his expression to brighten. Artyom nodded in response, though his smile faded as Arbiter went on to include that the Hollow had faced some rough times recently. Terance hadn't gone into detail of the difficulties his pack had faced, though his newest recruit was eager to help rebuild. "Oh?" Artyom blinked up at her, curious to know but not bold enough to ask outright - this way, Arbiter could either choose to share the details or simply breeze past the question.