The Call

The brute focused in on his mate, her tone gentle yet worried. He cocked his head slightly in question when Trica told him about what will happen with the pups and if he would even think about joining the pack. He sighed and looked to her, nudging her cheek in a calm and gentle way like he had done so many times before. The thought of a pack never came across the brute's mind for some time now, even though he and Triica have thought about it a couple times beforehand. His golden optics focused on her crystal colored orbs as he sighed and soon, after a couple minutes, came up with his decision.

"I don't know, Trica. I have been alone and being my own wolf, it kind of seems like I would not be good with keeping a pack safe or hunting for anyone else except for you and myself," he sighed and soon turned back to look at her, "Well, I guess I may not know unless I try." He licked her cheek, "Let's go and see your pack."