Children of the Corn

Another day passed, and he still hadn't convinced his sister to keep the pups. He didn't know when she would decide to leave them behind, or where for that matter. It left a bitter taste in his mouth, and if he had the means to take care of all three of them on his own then he would, but with his past reputation and the history of his family in the lands, he didn't want to risk something happening to them on his account. No, it was probably best that they didn't stay with him. The least he could do was teach them some things they would need to survive on their, and if anything else...maybe even find them a place to live where they would be safe. Perhaps even find someone to take them in. A few old names came to mind, wolves he hadn't talked to since his father's days, but it was worth a shot at some point.

Heading towards the barn, he called the three pups to him. Today, he'd give them a little hunting lesson and maybe even show them how to make traps and stuff to make things easier until they were old enough to properly hunt on their own. Or together...he hoped these kids would have an unshakable bond in the future like he had with his siblings. Even though they were both a pain in the ass sometimes, they always managed to stick together. Sitting down, he waited for the kids to gather around him before starting their first lesson.