Adelayde continued to remain silent. To be completely honest, the older wolf wasn’t exactly sure what he was expecting of the female beta – to be reprimanded, perhaps? But he had suspected she had better sense than to do that in front of a visitor, especially the lead male of their closest ally. (And even if the last part wasn’t true, the gamma certainly considered the wolves of Hearthwood River to be their closest allies after all Lachesis had done to help his mate when he’d been attacked.)
He hummed softly, acknowledging the casual birth announcement with a small bob of his head. “Congratulations,” he rumbled. There wasn’t much else to say or ask after – he didn’t know the ghost well himself – so he only listened. Lachesis was a busy man, after all, with at least two litters (his own and the guard’s, if not more), and the stretch between their two packs was many days. He could not imagine the father wanted to linger much longer. “We’ll pass it on to the alphas,” he assured the eldest of the trio, sharing a brief glance with the Rye female. As Jessie’s second, he assumed she would do as much. “We’ll see you soon.”
They had to do something for the River wolves, at the very least.