The poem was carved meticulously, it must have taken so much effort to carve such a long poem on the root of this huge tree.
"I read that it is your pack tradition to carve a poem on the tombstone of your deceased loved ones." Iris was not sure whether Cane heard her or not at this moment, because his eyes were fixed on the poem that she carved on the root years ago. "I didn't read many books about poems. This is the only poem that I can find and I thought it has a beautiful meaning."
Iris tried to explain herself, she was afraid that the poem was not to his liking or she offended him in some way, because Cane didn't say anything after reading it.
Was he angry at her? She couldn't say that for sure. The alpha was unpredictable and hard to read.
