Hushed Willows In Need of A Hunter?

Warbone rose as the call beckoned him, moving at an eager pace to confront the howler on the cusp of his realm. As he drew nearer, starless eyes registered the presence of Nova Rose first— if only because he was familiar with the conformation of her— and his gaze drifted second to the auburn youth at her side. Daughter. The wolf approach powerfully, confidently, finding the elder she-wolf's scarred face with a greeting tongue, and then he took a step back to observe what she had brought him.

Instantly there was a shift in his behavior, and his back rippled violently. His eyes were flashing now, and he turned them in accusation on his own recruit. "I vow to care for you, and you would bring me a cripple? Someone else I must cosset?" he nearly spat. "Nova Rose, my queen, do not mistake this for an infirmary. I am not beholden to charity." He could smell Esaro too, faintly, but could not force himself to think beyond his irritation in that moment.