From Whence You Came (pups)

A dead land coated in ash was where the wolves of Talutah had fallen and been forgotten, but not it's culture; it's beliefs. Oh yes, Bane still had those. The grey wolf flinched awake, his hazel eyes fluttering open to eye the dirt wall of his den for a few moments in contemplation of what to do today.

A sudden thought.

The three pups of the deceased Rancor, Chief of Talutah, were here in Seracia just like Bane. They could be taught some things for today about their late sire's tribe of wolves and the laws 'n methods of which he had lived by. Bane would be truthful to the young he'd never met before, they at least deserving that much from him.

Bane the tribal born Talutah rolled up onto his paws and extended his forelegs in a morning stretch. Dawn had just broken, and as he pulled himself out of his depressingly spacious hole in the ground Bane gave a tilt of his head to the sky and the grey fog that covered everything. A howl was given, the pups being summoned. And the curious female alpha too if she wanted to learn so much about the little wolves she had adopted.