lessons for lost boys

Theory had been distracted enough with keeping the pack together through their relocation and subsequent return to the mainland. She hadn't realized how much of the puppies' lives had passed by right before her eyes. Their unusual circumstances and her abrupt promotion to leadership meant that their training had gone overlooked. Theo bit her lip and sighed. "I'm sorry for that," she replied. He was old enough to understand, right? She'd made the mistake of treating children like they were something to be babied and talked down to before. That certainly didn't work, and it wasn't how she had wanted to be talked to at that age. But how much information was too much? He wasn't an adult either, even if he bore the sadness of one. "You've done a good job on your own. Chasing rabbits will definitely help your stamina." She looked up to the sky, trying to decide what was appropriate.

Finally, she decided on a version of the truth without some of the gory details. He was intuitive - he had to know, on some level, that she'd had her paws full since Shaye's death. "But it's my fault you haven't had anyone to train you. It's my responsibility as alpha to make sure everyone has something to do that helps the pack and betters themselves - so, Desolate, may I be your mentor?" She asked, peering into his bi-colored eyes. He could still decline. That'd be just fine, wouldn't hurt her feelings at all. Not even a little.