The strength of the pack

With Olafur in tow Odysseus made his way to the meeting place. Neither Shaye nor Rhyme had said what the meeting was about so he could only guess at what they had planned for today. He hoped whatever it was had nothing to do with the slaver's ilk and the promise of their return. Odysseus was convinced of the idiocy of their captive, but that didn't mean his kin were just as simple.

The giant paused on the outskirts of the gathering to look the attendees over. It was an old habit and one he had no intention of giving up. Odysseus noted the many familiar faces that dotted the small crowd and lingered on the unknowns. As far as he knew most had been there before him. That he still hadn't gotten to know them was entirely his fault and something he would have to correct.

After a beat he padded closer and sat down at the back.

  "Odysseus" and "Olafur"