put me out of my misery

"No, I'm fine." He replied to the woman's offer to carry him. He yawned, but did his best to keep up with her. A single one of her steps was multiple of his own, but he tried to manage. He didn't want to be carried, really. What he really wanted was a dark place to curl up and be alone.

When he was asked his name, it took a moment to pull him from his straying thoughts to answer. Exhaustion was making it difficult to move from thought to reality, but he managed an answer after a few moments. The woman went ahead and introduced herself while he worked on his own answer, but he wondered about this pack. He'd never been a part of a pack before. His mother was a loner, and so was he. Were packs good?

"Grimshaw." He muttered, stifling back another yawn. "Whats a 'pack'?" He asked, unsure of the typical lives of wolves and the pack mentality. He was raised alone with his mother and no mention of a pack before. It was a strange thing to him.


"Speech!"

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