The wolf then wines and wags its tail to answer her question again. It then nuzzles her and begins to fall asleep next to her. White wolf nods, â€œIndeed he is, and yes I am sure he will be.â€ Referring what Proudfoot had said about his son rasing the baby. â€œI just hope when the baby comes, there isnâ€™t a riot in my lands. If that does happen, I will need a lot of help calming them down.â€ He says to Proudfoot with an irrtated sounding sigh. He had been thinking this for a long while now. He had to think of what to do if that were to happen, which he had a feeling would.  They soon continue to walk some more. It of course was getting late, Fang had gotten through half the stack. By now the wolves were in his room sleeping, surrouding his bed. He then gets up and gets a few snacks and then goes back to his room and begins to read, but this time he put some classical music on for background noise. He knew his father wasnâ€™t going to be home for a long while. But he didnâ€™t care, he liked having the entire house to himself.