Ouroboros Spine A cage for your own bird?

He nodded, glad that Raimo could see his point of view. Not that Adrastus was too proud to be corrected, but the validation of his actions meant something to him. He liked wolves who were agreeable, and whose opinions could be changed by fair discussion. Temperate personalities were much more acceptable to him than those which were fickle and mercurial. "We can help them by allowing them to grieve without worrying about other things." He suggested. "Feeding them," He said, nodding his head to acknowledge that Raimo had already done that instinctively, "And patrolling the surroundings." He added. 

He thought about going to the mountain again- this time to search a bit further, and scout out more than just the landslide area so as to see if any other wolves had passed that way, or had been dispersed by the cataclysmic event. "We seem to be few in numbers, but," He said, "Once their mourning is over, and they begin life again, more scouting could possibly be done."