Not throwing away my shot [Pack claim!]

Wendigo bounded onto the scene and then took off running among those gathered in search of a familiar face. Any familiar face would do; he just wanted to say hi.  If he got to a rump or shoulder that looked vaguely familiar he zoomed in for a closer look. Time and time again he was disappointed but there were some there he recognized from the pirate party. To Sparrow he enthused, “oh hello again! Lovely day for a fight! Just lovely,” before floating off without waiting for a reply. To Pyralis, whose irritation wasn’t entirely lost on him though he didn’t understand the context, he said, “I hope you have that wagon stashed somewhere. Fire makes everything better!”

Before he could say more he finally saw his mother. Wendigo lit up and leaped over to her. That it took many bounding leaps to get to her escaped his notice. He flopped down at her side and then wrestled his way around until he was facing the show, laying as perky as a shepherd puppy. Then and only then did he notice the distance. Appalled, he gasped loudly. “But mummy we’re so far away we may as well be home!” He wanted to be up in the thick of it. Actually, he had half a mind to get closer and he probably wouldn’t be satisfied until the combatants were tripping over him.

Wendigo bounced to his feet and licked his lips as he eyed the wolves at the center of the huddle. No, this would not do. It would not do at all.


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