Mistaken Identity

She relaxed only slightly when the enormous wolf mentioned looking for lost pack members. That she could sympathize with - every wolf in Boreas could. She doubted that there was a single pack in Boreas that had made it out completely unscathed. "I'm sorry to hear that," the alpha said stiffly, keeping a sharp eye on the paw that laid on Void's back. The stranger was huge. Theory couldn't ever hope to win in a fair fight. She'd have to play by his rules, whatever they might be.

"I haven't seen any stray puppies here. I am Theory, alpha of Abaven," it still felt clumsy on her lips, "and we have taken shelter on Ibis Islands after the eruption. It would be impossible for a lone puppy to swim the channel and survive," she finished, a hint of solemnity entering her voice. If his lost puppy had attempted something like, she was sure it would have met its doom. "We have been isolated since the explosion. Could you please return this little one? You must know what it feels like to lose a young one if you're out looking for them. I just want to bring him home safely." Why wouldn't he just release him?