CAINE
Elizabeth and Marsh stand out starkly among the crowd of Fiddleback wolves. Both appear to be in their mid-twenties at most, though I would bet every last penny of my pack's treasury Marsh is no older than twenty. The rest of the pack members present are significantly older, most well into middle age or beyond.
No young adults. No adolescents. And, I recall, no hint of children in the territory.
Even the most formal events typically include a range of ages—the entire pack hierarchy represented from pups to elders. Yet here, there's a clear generational gap.
"Your pack seems... mature," I comment, interrupting whatever Halloway was saying about their investment portfolio.
He pauses, the champagne halfway to his lips. "I beg your pardon?"
I gesture subtly toward the gathering. "No pups. Few young adults."
