A comforting silence fell about him as his father began to speak, slowly explaining what a pack was and how they were a family: Tordo had a right to be worried about each and every one of them. Then, Bass went on, telling him what a siege was as the child’s eyes widened, his mouth parting slightly, an equal mix of fright and amazement, awe inspiring explanations as he wrapped his little puppy brain around it all. “To the death?” That was the part that had caught the most interest. Had someone been killed in the last siege? How many had been injured? Who had they invaded/ Why?
“Who did we siege, dad? Why? Was anyone killed in the siege you guys went on? Did we claim anyone?” The questions came flooding out of the boy’s maw before he had any real chance to think about them, though a small smile, an eager excitement to learn about the topic. Knowledge was power, after all! “We’re still here which means we won – what did we do with the enemy pack?” That was one of the most tempting questions, and something that Tordo had not analyzed this new land of their enough to answer on his own.
