He heard the call but at first didn’t answer. The man was covered in dirt and shale dust from moving rocks and digging out a den on the edge of a cliff. Ruthgar had no interest in making friends but deep down he knew the pack would only carry him for so long if he didn’t participate in some way. He gave a disgruntled sneeze and flicked his tail before making his way down the mountain to the caller. He was awkward in his movements his badly proportioned body with large paws and long legs. He bumbled toward the unusually colored girl with his head low, a thick frown on his features as he came closer.
“Wut?” He gruffly demanded. His aloof persona was important to maintain because it kept anyone from knowing how self-conscious he truly was. As if his mangled face and gawky body weren’t enough, he had come to realize that the way he spoke was vastly different from the way everyone else in Boreas did. It had never been a problem in his old home but here it was simply another factor that made him an outcast.
