He nodded once more, his lips tightening to emphasize his point as he met her gaze. The sullen boy would not say another word about the subject—not unless it was in a conversation being held by him and his mother. He wasn’t sure what Cheedo thought of the troubled agouti, but he hoped that she would treat Everly Lenae right if she decided to join their small group.

Willow Ridge. His ears perked at the name but his expression shifted as she continued. How did one accidentally find a pack? He snickered along with his mother, his lips twisting into a lopsided smirk. Does he like it there? The boy asked innocently, for he was curious about this man that his mother had been speaking to. Especially since they had some history together, as he had been around before Cyril’s birth.

Another nod. Just before you, he admitted sheepishly, his tail hanging low as he spoke. Went to see Addy, to let her know we moved. She had been so angry with him at first, but Cyril hadn’t minded. The anger had been warranted, especially since he had disappeared without a word after she had been expecting him to go west with Morganna’s crew. Did your friend tell you about all the drama happening down there? Amusement traced his features once more. The drama, however, was serious, as it could end up in a war between the southern packs. As much as the boy was glad to away from all of it he also worried about the wellbeing of his friend. What if something happened to her while he was in the mountains?