Bramblepoint devil's song

He watched with one eye partially opened as the large male — perhaps the largest of their small band — roused awake. Redshank had been with the group for a few days now after being recruited by beefy man's brother and, so far, had had no problems with them or the rest of the young wolves he found himself surrounded with. In fact, despite his better judgement, he found living was far easier within a pack.

He hadn't had the chance to get acquainted with the other male yet, however, so as the grey wolf began to amble away, Redshank leapt to his feet and immediately followed with his tail waving high in the air. "Y'going for a mornin' hunt?" he asked in his usual loud, annoying fashion as he drew up beside the other.