Lost little lamb

His eyes didn't open. Sleepy, but unwilling to leave the conversation. “You'll like spring.” He told her, the hint of warmth and the return of growing things. A pack's life was easier in the spring. He'd remember to have a chat with Tehtys at his little birds recommendation.


 “Hmm..” he murmured into her coat. How to put this? “Stagnation is unhealthy in a pack. Things are always changing. The apprentice rank is specifically a place to grow from. A chance to learn, and find your passion. Those that refuse to, use the pack's resources and give little back.” He knew a little of where she had come from. Drunken parties that had installed a fear of alcoholics. A vastly different world.