Moonspear So fetch

Toad noted his tone. He was pleased that his son had aspired to do something that benefited the entire family as well as future generations. Surely next year's Ostrega litter would be fat and healthy, more than in any other year. Toad wondered what Dirge might have said if Osiris had chosen a different, stupider path. There were many rogues roaming about as the leader had mentioned. Surely, with such types there also must have been groups of them with some kind of destructive purpose.

Toad had seen young wolves be lured into such roving bands before; she doubted Dirge would have been so pleased.

It's good that you did, you know, push him, she said. This wasn't about the Glen or holding territory, although that was a nice little side bonus. He has only strength in him now, and more to come, I'm sure of it, Toad declared, nodding once more. Too many youngsters strayed far from the path their parents had set for them. The Dirge and Hydra had been lucky to have a child that had chosen a good path, even if they had nudged him toward it.