Comfort Zone [Vrel]

Vrel shook his head violently, strong enough to at least bruise a wolf if he knocked into them. He did this to snap out of his trance, he was still a bit speechless though. In an attempt to regain some form of composure he stood up and spoke “There is no need to help me, the name is Vrel.” He spoke in a prideful voice but there was a hint of dominance in it as well. Somewhere in Vrel’s mind a small reminder of his time in a pack remained, it said that it wasn’t his place to try and dominate over somebody older than him but he pushed it to the side. He would do what he wanted to on his own terms.