good enough

Citadel pushed down the homesickness that came with the lesson. It felt shockingly like home, having the guidance of an older wolf. Erik could just as easily be Spider, an older sibling imparting their wisdom. Or Basilisk, when his dad had time to spare for lessons. He thought of his hunger, and let that take over. It was easier to think of his immediate needs.

The older wolf confirmed enough sticks had been whittled, which left the job of digging. He moved to the opposite end of the section Erik had outlined, so they wouldn’t get in each other's way and started to dig. His powerful paws cut through the hard dirt effectively, and he lost himself in the job of digging for a time. “Do you belong with a pack?” He asked, voice quiet.