Instead of Wynter closing her eyes to be carried to bed, she snuggled up to him and began to question him. A little lost sleep wouldn’t harm either of them, and he hated to relinquish any time of father-daughter bonding. So he moved his wing around, cupping it gently around her to shield her from the wind, and settled in against the patio.
Very well, story time until she slept, he could do that. “Well, packs work on hierarchy and teamwork. We have a wolf that leads us, like Sirius. In a pack as large as ours, we have wolves that help him to lead, like Hazel and Keahi. A predator like a jaguar and her cubs can’t coexist with us because we are both territorial, and there's high competition for resources.” Was that too much for a pup to take in? He’d never really explained things to a pup before, let alone his own. He just hoped he wasn’t botching it.
“The Armada have lived in the North for only a year now, but the pack has been around for six years. Would you like to hear about where the pack came from?” He asked the sleepy little Princess.
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