SNAP CRACKLE POP

Archon watched the young male closely as he mulled over his options. Just for a moment, his eyes flashed to Circe. Most of the wolves he had met were full of questions. This one wasn't, or at least he wasn't willing to voice them aloud. Archon sighed quietly at the missed opportunity for a religious lesson. They would have time for that in the future. When Pnuma gave a definite no to having any questions, Archon turned his attention to the next task.

"We can get you to a den," he rumbled. "Obi and I have a few temporary ones set up that we can stay at until your leg is a little better off."

Archon motioned to Obi and the monkey drew near Pnuma, offering one hand on his shoulder to help steady him as the group walked back to the dens.