Badgers are the Devil. AKA- Where The Hell Am I?

His heart went out to the kid. Her pack hadn’t exactly made friends out in the world, and it was clear that she was feeling that now. “I guess, the longer a pack has existed, the more history it creates. The more history, the more complicated things can be” He told her, sighing at the wide eyes she shot him. If their pack had better relations, he would organise a playdate. But as things stood…

“Briar is my daughter” He explained, knowing she deserved every bit of praise the pup gave her. He chuckled softly. “I suppose you could indeed” He agreed, and he would lead her right back to her pack. It would work for a little while, at least until she started recognising what was around her.


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