You can't make me!

With little pretense, he reached forward to lift the small pup off the ground intending to carry her all the way to the North where she could settle in with his children. He felt sorry for the girl, truly, having lost her home and her family, only to have him come and replace it, a wolf she had no ties to, and who she had most likely blamed for the disappearance of her parents.

“What’s your name girl?” He asked as he carried her, his eyes darting downward as he asked. He felt he had some idea, he had after all been in attendance when the freak bitch Hannibal had chosen had given birth, but the names of his children had escaped him. He remembered that day with contempt, it was the day he had first begun to suspect Hannibal’s treachery; him, his woman, and Leera all huddled together in a space of their own, unheeded of their supposed leader, and all holding their little secrets to each other. This girl would know exactly who her father was, and what he was capable of, what he had tried to do to him, and to the cubs she would soon call her siblings.

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