Heart by heart

She was right, he did not want to endanger the pack and he did not mind following orders. Song tilted her head and howled, it was a pretty sound, not to violent or rough. He had met some wolves with truly ghastly howls, things that sounded like nails on a chalkboard. She was clearly calling for the sol. Or someone else.

This place looked not bad. The autumn was strangely hot, why he thought, his feet felt like they were in a mini oven. His eyes danced around his surroundings. Wow, he thought. This was his home now. He did not know the role of a warrior, would he defend the pack at simply be called when they needed representing in a fight?

"Who are you calling for m'lady" he asked softly

(Speech)