Vocations

Tyr had been keeping to himself as much as possible in the short time since he'd accepted Erani's surprise offer to join her pack. The elder wolf's kindness still filled him with a certain wariness, but as time passed and no one appeared to chase him out or bully him, he was beginning to think she had been in earnest.

A howl rose over the land, a summons to draw him forth. His breath caught in a panicked gasp even as his body obeyed the command and set out at a limping run. It was Erani's voice - had she changed her mind? Was she kicking him out already? Was he in trouble for something? Was she going to... His good sense finally managed to override the involuntary panic response. She hadn't called just for him - there had been more to it than just that, though as soon as he'd heard himself summoned he'd tuned out the rest of it.

Even at a run the crippled wolf was slower than most, so as he approached the place Erani had called him from, he scented other wolves as well. His thin patchwork pelt prickled fearfully, ears and tail dropping as he slunk forward, lurking silently behind the three females who had gathered around Erani.



"Speech"

Nothing to gain, everything to fear