The right direction

It was Shaye’s turn with Noir, she was last on the list, and both Ody and Rhyme had had a turn with him. Poem and Motif where both with their father for the night, and seemed happy with the sleep over. They were getting so big, all of them, that she suspected they would start digging out their own dens soon. She hated the idea.

She dropped the rabbit at the entrance of her den, and turned to the younger wolf. “Feel free to settle in wherever you please in the den” she explained to him, gesting forward with her nose as she indicated the space ahead of them. They had been mostly quiet on their walk over here. She wondered what was going through his mind, if he chafed at the constant supervision and lessons, or if he was grateful for the attention, for the idea that a high rank might be his, if he worked for it.

She still wondered if he would ever fit the role of lead warrior, but she was willing to let him prove himself, to give him a chance. “We’ll have a spar in the morning, and then talk about the surrounding packs.” she told him, hinting at some of the lessons she had in store for him tomorrow.