Know Your Surroundings

Half of the words the pack wolf said swept over him without understanding, though the boy got the general jist of the wolf's meaning. Leave. Go away. His brow furrowed, unafraid of a singular wolf, but wary of the second female nearby. She did not seem loyal to the pack, but to the wolf, maybe, from the familiarity they shared before. Zoratto leaned towards the safe side for once; he was on unknown territory, alone, with two wolves ready to strike.

The boy huffed with annoyance, gave one last look to the female and the male, and turned away, trotting down back to the Plains. The khalas would find an answer soon enough.