A Warlord's Welcome

Her words seemed to give him strength, a response that startled him. He had encountered cowering wolves before. Promised them safety at the cost of individualism. Some were grateful, some were scared. None had been inspired. She drew herself up, as through taking strength and pride from him. He looked at this scarred, injured wolf, and felt a stirring. A reason to protect her above and beyond an insatiable need to please Zee, and the ownership he felt over those he claimed. He would be strong for her, and it would grant her strength, and change. His touch on this wolf would mean something.

He pulled his claw from her wound, straightening some so he once again towered over her smaller shape. "I believe you" he said simply. And it came out sounding like a double meaning without quite intendinting to. He believed her, and he believed in her. He cleared his throat, a touch awkward at the emotions she had brought out in him. "Well. Did you need for anything? Some extra coats, food?"