Bearclaw Valley a chalice of pastel blood

He looked to the sky.
Four months. So in his ways, it was four moons.
Four moons was just barely a couple of seasons.
Shit.
He held back the incredulous look he wanted to deliver.

He grunted in confirmation of Merricks first question with a nod of the head.
"Came. An' lef'."

But the next question was a bit more complicated.
Did they ever sacrifice other wolves?
"We rectified dem. If de Ancient's d'spised our choice, den we kill the won dat made it." Except for the parents. No, never parents who'd given birth to unholy offspring. They either lived because their parents sacrificed themselves, or the young were slaughtered before they could know better.