Hoshor Plains a feeling that consumes

She could have lied. She, too, could have given him a throwaway answer, but she knew he would see through it. Somehow, she knew. There was only one thing that Tomahawk coveted more than anything in the world. "To be wolf," she replied. "If anybody in the world can do that, I’d lay myself at their feet and do their bidding until the end of time." The Dotharan had not made her a wolf, but she had been able to live among them not as an outcast, but as a certain member in their society. She was no wolf—Tomahawk was not stupid—but she could live amongst them and follow their orders. Even with the Swiftcurrent wolves she had not felt that way. She had been more of an outsider there than she had been here.