Nowhere To Turn

Theory was stumped but for the sake of the small (he was so, so small) child she managed to take it quickly in stride. Alright - Beat had a son. Did that mean there were more children somewhere else? And who was their mother? She'd have to save the questions for later. Beat clearly seemed repentant. "Yes. Well, of course I have some... questions, but we can discuss all that in private. Let's get your son" - was everyone around her going and having kids behind her back? - "into the pack and acquainted with all of the other children. I'm sure now that he's here he'll be thrive." Was he small because he was malnourished or just small because he was small? Truly, Theory couldn't tell. Pups were difficult to get a feel for. They were so tiny until suddenly they weren't any more, and Soul seemed only barely weaned.

She turned to Twig and smiled encouragingly. Another member of the family was a welcome, wonderful addition. "Yes - this is aunt Twig, and I'm Theory. I help look after everyone here, now including you!" She leaned down to sniff him and also present herself for sniffing. Blindness wasn't something she'd encountered recently and she wasn't sure how Soul would like to greet her.