“Sorry.” I gave a sheepish look, but he laughed.
“Don’t be sorry. If I was going to choose anyone to follow, I have to make sure they are worth following.”
I turned to my mother, then back to him. “I won’t be the luna of the Oakenfang pack.”
He lifted a brow. “Who said I was talking about that pack?”
That stopped me for a minute. I looked back at my mother and she smiled. “Carl here, is what you would call a nomad. He was a part of my father’s pack, but trailed with me to your fathers, and then to here. He refused to swear fealty to Vince. So he stays off pack lands. He set up shop here, and since he is one of the few warriors skilled enough to make descenting spray, Vince tolerates him.” My mother went over to Carl and kissed his cheek.
“Always a pleasure to see my Luna.”
“Oh, so h
