no one's pet

Chaos had just finished a rather long day full of patrolling and checking up on everyone and planning and all sorts of other alpha stuff, so he was looking forward to flopping out in the barrow he called home and sleeping hard for the rest of the night. His owls were out hunting still - they had a nest picked out to lay a clutch later this season and were in the middle of courting, so they were spending less time at his side than usual. But of course, before he could get safely away a voice called out to stop him. Chaos grimaced, then arranged his expression into a suitably alpha sort of expression, all curious and polite and whatnot, and turned to face the wolf approaching him. Tornach Adravendi, the farmer. Whatever he wanted, it was sure not to be interesting enough to be worth losing his sleep over, but he intended to stick to the letter of his agreement with Legion's associates so he would need to make the effort to put up with them. Anything else was bad for business. "Something wrong, Tornach?" he asked casually.