It's never the same

He huffed a soft laugh under his breath, still not looking at her. “You do that.” He agreed. By them, she’d have a coat of her own to add to her personal supplies. He was losing the battle of where her place was in the pack. He remembered when he had slapped her, back at Veteran’s Plateau, how little he had felt. He would not have fathomed that he would become weak at seeing her in pain.

“Have you given some thought to where your den would be?” He asked, referring back to one of the deals they had made. Where she would catch some goats, and he would give her that measure of freedom. Don’t suggest it! he thought to himself. She’s not your daughter, don’t go that far.

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