The wolf watched him for a moment, judging him, and Tyr cringed - mostly mentally - at the knowledge that he would be found wanting. After what seemed like an eternity but he knew was probably only moments, the alpha spoke again. Not, as he'd expected, to condemn him, but to ask him to follow. To... a kill? Confusion warred with suspicion in the patchwork wolf, but he followed immediately at her order, the instinct to do so ingrained far too deeply for anything else.
But as they walked the short distance, Erani dropped an even more shocking question on him. Would he like to join Valhalla? For a moment his startled gaze flew to her, eyes wide in shock. Was she serious? Or... just tantalizing him with the opportunity before she pulled it away from him again. "I... but... what..." He forced himself to stop, marshaling his scattered thoughts, but before he could actually form a coherent sentence, they had come upon a deer carcass.
Again Erani commanded him, and again he had no choice to obey. But... why was she being so kind to him? Asking him to join her pack? Feeding him? What could he possibly have to offer her that was worth all the trouble she was going through? He bent obediently to the meat, jaws opening in preparation, but then he stopped and straightened. Mismatched eyes met the alpha's, and he asked one simple question with a lifetime of pain in it... "Why?"
"Speech"
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