“What will you do when you leave?” I asked.
“Start a pack of my own.” He drained his bowl. “Find a nice mate. Have a few pups.” leaned back.
“That’s all?” He tossed the bowl over his shoulder, only for it to disappear into the ether.
“What’s wrong with that?”
I shook my head. “It’s really nice.”
“Fenrir is glad to have earned your approval,” he sneered.