Lost and found

A ear flicked and a brief snort let her maw. “More along the lines of having someone babysit, while you spent a few hours a day out and looking for me.” But what he had done, worked as well; just differently. “Truly, but rarely does a raid not lead to war, Liar; we will have to make plans of our own if tings go sour. We do not need to be caught in the middle of Avalon's ambitions and the jaws of another pack or more.” Her brood did not need that kind of life, to be a slave or worse for who knows what. It was not something they would be subjected to. However hearing him, did she rise only to move to his side and lean against him lightly, if he allowed and to bury that muzzle into the nape of his neck. “I missed you and the warm den.” Nothing beat sleeping in the same den with another, not after her experience with Oddity, then again here with Liar. “I and the young will always be the future, Liar; the past must be put behind you and move on; it's all we call really can do.” Least they be consumed by their anger and hate.