Father and daughter

He laughed at that. So far the majority of pack recruits had been his own doing. Mal had a good personality, he could see her winning a few more wolves to their side. "Perhaps you should" he agreed, glancing sideways at her. Trusting her judgment enough that he believed any wolves she brought to them would be worth their salt. A pack was strong g by both its numbers, and the quality of those numbers. So far, he could look at his pack with an almost fatherly pride.

His words brought the shock he expected them to. Better she hear it now, rather then when he was planning to leave. It gave her time to obsorb them.
"Of course. The most valuable thing a leader can do is surround themselves with counsel they respect. You'll find Io to be a calm voice of reason, as well." With Mal in charge, but all the voices he trusted alongside her, he knew she would be just fine. His eyes twinkled "In a very round about way, I suppose Resin is like a grandmother to you, now." So much family they gained, when they welcomed someone into their lives.

And on to the other matter. Poor Mal, so much to digest at once. His paws crunched on sand as they made their way down the beach, and along the shoreline. It was rare for a threat to be found this way, but both of them would likely remember the crocodile they had faced on this beach.
"Theres a young man in Ios den who seemed to respect you very much. When he speaks of you, his eyes alight, just so." He pulled them to a stop, spinning himself in front of Mal as he looked to his daughter. "How do you feel, about him?"