Son of a motherless goat

*Valentine* · 02-21-2016, 08:15 PM

Quietly he listened to Birna's response. Valentine appreciated her shouldering some of the blame even though her words didn't quite change his mind. As the King he was the hub of decision-making. Through him and the management he offered flowed pack activity; raids and meetings, training and mentors, hunts and sport. Sure, he could lift up those capable and willing to rein over those facets of pack life, but he hadn't. No matter which way the situation was examined the blame inevitably rested on him.

Birna stood and stretched, clearly preparing to take her leave again. This time he let her. With a farewell dip of his head, Valentine said simply, "No, thank you. And good day, Birna." He then dropped his head to his forepaws and let his gaze take in the distance. She'd given him plenty to think on.

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