I believe ,would you?

"Hmm..." A low vibrato rumbled in the warriors chest. The boys response was interesting. As a lone child out in the wilderness, he no doubt had to fend for himself. It would have forced him to grow up quickly and develop skills that other pups his age would not possess. Resin considered him a moment more, her one, sulfur yellow eye staring down at the child. He wanted to learn and he seemed to have the drive to follow it through. "Come," she said, turning and walking away. He would follow or he would not.

For a while, the boy might be just another mouth to feed. If raised properly and taught well, he could become an asset for the pack. He could become a warrior that would help to guard their realm. If they helped him develop a sense of loyalty, that is. "I'll take you to the warlord of this pack. You can plead your case to him." The silver woman spoke aloud, though she didn't turn to look at Dunkan. He would hear her.

She wondered if Sirius would accept the child. He'd surely made some bad decisions as of late, accepting wolves into the pack that were dead weight. No real purpose. No worthy purpose, anyway. Resin imagined this boy would prove himself useful much more quickly than all of the small, frail recruits. Nearing the common area, the large fae released a low howl, calling the Warlord from wherever he hid.