Poppa was just hanging up a black handset on the square black pedestal when Tinker and Warren entered the building. The man looked at Tinker  and smiled at her human form. After his first appraisal, his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed. He walked around her, rubbing his chin.<br/><br/>“That was Anne. It seems like Amos caught a resemblance of Tanner Darktip in this little lady of yours.” He said thoughtfully.<br/>Tinker tensed at his body language. She gripped Warren’s hand. Poppa paced the floor and finally turned to them.<br/><br/>“Tanner Darktip was a rebel and a renegade back when we were just pups. He was my best friend and my hunting partner. When our shifts came on us, he was stronger, faster, leaner and bolder than any other wolf. But he did something that is taboo for our people. That act was so wrong that I will not speak of it aloud. Before he could come to justice, he disappeared. I always wondered what happened to him. Now, we know. He went to live with wolves and never shifted again. Hid out, because he was guilty, I would say.”<br/><br/>Tinker was getting angrier by the second. Father was not a bad wolf. He had been wise and caring, a leader, an Alpha. He carried no shame or guilt. Tinker snarled and before she could concentrate one way or the other, she was a wolf again. Oddly enough, though, she wasn’t the tiny wolf she had been nor was she the gangly wolf from early that day, but the top of her head came to nearly Warren’s belt.<br/><br/>She felt alive and strong and so angry that she curled back her lips and growled a deep throated growl, tensing to spring. Warren laid a hand on her back.