Tornadic stood by his father’s side with narrowed eyes that were not unlike the pointed gaze his father wore at one point. In his jaws he held the spear he and Heloise had crafted and sank the point into the ground next to where he stood. He bowed his head at the alpha then looked around at the gathered wolves. He noticed immediately that most of the females already in attendance were white, and he gave a quick wink to a shrinking girl with green eyes as he met her gaze. He wasn’t a young boy anymore, he was nearing his first year of life and soon he would be old enough to find a mate, although the idea of finding one woman and sticking with her didn’t quite sit well with him.
