Sven didn't, however. He gave his great, off-white pelt a shake and looked away, onto what their next target would be in their scent marking agenda.
"I'll hold you to that," he jested lightly with a wry smile, glancing again at Renier only briefly before moving on.
"Wolves from Halie's pack don't sound so bad, though."
The only negative things he really recalled hearing was a woman whom her father was involved in, and whether her bad feeling on Naira was founded or not, he couldn't blame her. After all, maybe Skoll and Hecate had really been in love. Sven wouldn't have given a fuck. His father wasn't supposed to move on.