The child found himself listening intently to his father’s words as he went through, first saying fights to the death did not happen often, which admittedly calmed him down quite a bit on the topic. Then he went to answer the child’s bombardment of questions, carefully choosing his words. Abaven had worked with a pack to fight another pack that had hurt their family! The fight was starting to make more and more sense… and they had won, which Tordo had managed to figure out on his own. No one had died and now the evil wolf was out of power, his pack disintegrated because Tordo’s father had led them to victory.
It was so cool! It was cool that this all happened, but at the same time worrying because of the wolves he had seen injured, which caused him to smile and then frown. “How many were hurt, dad?” He asked carefully as he remembered. He hadn’t talked to any of them, and he wasn’t sure if they had seen him watching, but he had seen.
