Bearclaw Valley I'm exactly what you think I am

Artok, shook his shoulders, getting the last of the bit of fluff that clung to him. The white on his fur, showed up sharply against the darker silver. And his eyes were a starkly bright contrast to the otherwise pale fur. He was a handsome wolf, there was no doubt about it. And he would use that as he aged, perhaps. Artok shifted, he towered above his foster mother now, towered above her, and he was fairly certain he towered above Nea. He was also beginning to fill out, streamlined muscle mass was growing, where there used to be over grown limbs and gangly proportions.

Artok looked at Scarlett, and he snorted under his breath. You're not a girl. You're, you're just a mom okay. The closest he would probably ever come, to calling her mom. I'll protect her, for you okay. But just for you.

ARtok sighed and looked down at his leg. I feel pretty useless, Miss Scarlett. And others judge me, when they see me limp. I'm as strong as any of them, but all they see is a boy with a limp.