silver is the grip on the helping hand

Strai yawned as he reached for what he could carry, using the remaining hide as a sling. He left the rest for the larger wolf, and started off. They made it to the packs stores, and added their meat to the collection. He ensured he left his scent on the reindeer. The point of giving away this much food was to benefit him, after all.


Once they were done in the stores, he followed Bylgja to her den. It astounded him that he had only known her for one day. They had shared much, and promised much. Only time would tell him if she would keep her word. Trust would be cemented once he had his freedom- and his mothers dagger. They arrived at the den just as he was stifling another yawn, and he looked around himself with interest. It was definitely a few steps up from his hole in the wall.