Undertow

What sort of pack Sota had stumbled into, he really had no idea. The female that had greeted him seemed kind, if a bit aloof... but this larger grizzled female.. well, she didn't necessarily seem unkind but she had a hardness about her that he didn't know how to take. Oh, he hoped he'd made the right choice, but he didn't have a lot of options now, did he? He feared her rejection and what he might do if he wasn't offered refuge, but part of him not only expected it, but fully understood if that was the route she chose to take.

Thankfully, she agreed. He felt his face light up with joy, in spite of the pain searing down his leg. It wasn't like he'd be much of a threat here, anyway; she likely had decided letting him in was hardly a risky move, especially if he worked off his debt once he was healed. It was a win-win for all parties involved. He wasn't much of a hunter, but he could surely be the finest scout or messenger she'd ever seen. He considered elaborating on his skills for a moment, but was distracted by the task of finally moving now that he'd collapsed here. "Thank you, Miss, truly," he emphasized his words, quiet but genuine, with a sweeping dip of his tiny head. "I can walk, a bit," he said, grimacing as he pulled himself upright and leaned against Percy. Admittedly, this was far less terrifying than being grabbed by the giantess, and she was right - he did still have his pride, as quiet and humble as it might be.