"What do you mean by this? Do you not find me to be capable of leading the hunt as an Alpha this year?" His voice is harsh yet carries those bitter discouraging traces of doubt in them. He is fearful that I do deem him as such.
"It is not like that, you do not understand."
"What do I not understand? You have asked another Alpha to perform the duties I must for my pack."
"It is just Cronus, there are no such things when it comes to family. We help each other."
"You know how I am, Theia. I do not take aid until I feel that I absolutely need it and you know how our wolves shall look at me if I do choose to be weak this way."
"It is not being weak! It is too late to depart for the hunt, we will lose wolves this way or I will lose you. I am making it easier for us. You need help this winter, Phobos. And also every other winter."
"Every other winter? What have you done, Theia?" He asks cautiously with a hint of disbelief coating his voice.
