For the most part the pups would gather quietly, though one, easily the youngest of them around was a little more excitable it seemed, starting off with innocent chatter though Shakespeare could say it wasn't exactly a nice question that the child asked. Colette responded with the blunt truth and Shakespeare remained silent.
Cascade soon began her talk, lessons he told himself were useful no matter who they came from though he still would have much rather had his parents teaching him these life skills as they were always supposed to have done. Valentine, Cascade none of the wolves in Imperium were ever meant to play a part in their lives and yet they had not only barged in but taken them from their natural paths. All these other wolves were with their parents, it wasn't normal even for these monsters to separate families, so why on earth had it been done to them?
Though such thoughts seemed to always lurk within his mind, Shakespeare was concentrating upon Cascade now, listening and taking in her words, attempting to ignore Ashmedai, until finally she fell silent and it was time for the rest of them to attempt. Quiet came naturally to Speare, he had always been the quietest of his litter and even now with Colette in her terrified silence for it seemed it seeped naturally into his movements. There was the odd crunch of a leaf, though with a little more care in where he placed those large paws of his down and lighter steps it began to get less and less frequent.
