*Sterling*
Since Frannie disappointed me with her answer, I decided to move on with my life and focus on more important matters. It’s the very reason I’m at tonight’s ball, even though the mating Season is drawing to a close. I need to look the selections over. I have to give the high packs credit; they have the right idea when it comes to the marriage market. These little soirees are designed to display the latest crop of marriageable she-wolves.
Considering what I have to offer, I think it’s only fair that I don’t aim too high. On the other hand, this she-wolf will be the mother of my heir and my spare. I might even throw in another son for good measure. I despise the cousin who will inherit if I don’t provide a legitimate son, so I need a she-wolf of good stock.
Standing near some fr
