Frost really did feel bad for the boy, being stuck in the den unable to leave without supervision. What really did the young mind have to do to occupy himself. At this age the boy should be learning, exploring the pack lands and taking things in. This did not mean Frost thought Torin's choice of punishment was a bad one, no in fact Frost would have made the same one. The boy was pouting and frost was tired of being alone. So an idea popped into his head and his eyes looked to the boy.
”That’s good to hear, since you are doing so well how about a day out of the den?” he asked his brows furrowing wondering what the young boy would think. ”As long as you don’t mind spending your day with me that is.”
Frost had always loved pups starting from a young age. He enjoyed thier niece yet optimistic view on the world, this innocence of thier thoughts. He had always been the older cousin who loved to watch his younger ones. It was one of the reasons he wanted kids of his own. In a way it was a bit painful to be near the pups in the pack, a reminder that his chance of having kids was fading, but his mother always had taught him to be generous with his knowledge and he still wanted to help Jewell’s kids learn.
