Despiron wandered about with only two of his pups remaining. Mate-less, he had no idea what to do. Looking after Nalkouta and Shalaun all by himself was going to be hard. Oh, where did his dear Chernei go? He put Nalkouta down with Shalaun asleep on his back. He sighed and looked at the scenery. "I wonder if I'll have any hope here, without being attacked." Little Nalkouta already had a scar on her cheek for trying to attack an elder wolf, in a different pack. He picked her back up and continued walking.

