Fulfilling promises

There were a lot of wolves gathered that Wendigo didn't recognize so upon arrival he roved from stranger to stranger, looking up into their faces, and then wandering away. Clenched between his teeth was a bit of cord from which hung a crow's wing. Between wolves he'd give it a swing and watch as it fluttered in the breeze. Through the cord and his teeth he could feel the wing fluttering in his brain and it was messing with his head, making him feel kinda vibratey which was weird and fun, and a making him forget why he was here in the first place...

His eyes fell on his mother and he remembered. This was a meeting; a thing he had been given instructions to be good in. Well, that was easy because when wasn't he good? Never.

Wendigo raced over to his mother and sought to burrow under her. If not rebuffed he would end up laying under her with his hind legs poking out in front of her right hind leg and his head and paws resting on the ground between her front paws.