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03-29-2013, 07:26 AM
The journey to the lands of Lentajin had been long and exhausting. Newt had opened her home to him, and her act of kindness surprised him. Almost immediately upon entering the den the slender male made his way towards the back of the den. He let the darkness wrap its welcoming hands around him as he curled against the cool stone wall. He could hardly bend to nurse the wound on the nape of neck, so he gave up all hope of it healing rapidly. It would be a temporary reminder of who he belonged to, of who had tamed the beast inside him. He remembered the feeling of the rage welling up, the pure anger that had spilled from his lips -- until Newt had calmed him. She was the one who had earned him, and she was the one who owned him now.

His sleep was surprisingly restful. It was a funny thing, sleep, how it could be such an escape from reality. Even though the male was nervous and fearful still upon entering Lentajin territory, he slept like a baby. He was only awoken by his master's fierce howl, ringing out demanding through the air. The creature found himself feeling even more sore as he struggled onto all four paws, though was unwilling to rest any further, lest he anger her. He still hardly knew Newt, hardly knew what he could do to upset or please her. Surely his attentiveness would be noticed and even praised?

With little hesitation the scrawny male would exit the den, following her voice and coming to settle near his master near the lake. He would leave a decent distance between them, giving Newt her space but still nearby if she wished him to remain closer. It was obvious he would not flee now -- if he wanted to, he would've tried in the middle of the night, or better yet, when she had left him alone in the den. Now, he was growing curious as to the pack Newt ruled. He had little idea that none of the wolves had met her yet, no idea that she had effectively slain their former Queen.

He bowed his head in greeting, though his eyes wandered to the waters of the lake. They were tempting, and he was sure they would sooth his still-tender wounds, but he wouldn't leave until Newt allowed him.