[HeIsKing]

"I had to," Talon replied simply. "If I had stayed too weak, my parents would have culled me." Talon was born in a time where the weak simply weren't taken care of; under his parents' rule of the pack, they had ordered many weak or sick pups killed before they could create a strain on the pack. Perhaps Talon was simply soft-hearted, but once his rule began, no pups were killed, no matter how weak.

He looked down lovingly at his two healthy pups as they curled up together. "They are two siblings who love and care for each other," he murmured gently, leaning down to nuzzle them. "This is good. I have seen too many families torn apart by siblings quarreling."