A general confusion filled the boy as he followed his mother's scent towards a barren area with strange scents surrounding it. When he arrived, he saw his mother fighting and he frowned. "Why is momma fighting the strange wolf?" He asked around, looking at the others present at the fight before looking directly at his Aunt Pheobe. "Why is she fighting? She could get hurt or kidnapped or somethan!" The concern that the young boy expressed was nothing compared to the shock running through his veins. He looked at the others wolves present and realized that half of them he did not know. He immediately narrowed his eyes at the others before turning back to watch the fight.
