Want what you can't have.

Though gamekeeping was not his duty, the monk kept a mental record of their food stock because it was habit. In Jokhang, monks were primarily counselors and gamekeepers, helping with hunts and food storage. They were also skilled combatants, but not in open combat. Tenzin turned away from the stored meats they had and headed toward the opposite border. As he thought about his time in Jokhang, his face grew cold and stern. Once he had become an apostle, his assassination training began by night while he monk duties stayed relative to the daylight. When he first looked at a wolf he always smiled and greeted them warmly, but in silence he calculated their weak spots. There were some common on all wolves, but some had previous injuries that left scars or limps.

A whine pulled his from his thoughts and he stopped suddenly among the pines. His head lifted curtly and he swiveled his ears. Was that— her call came soon after and he took off quickly, kicking up pine needles that had rested on the ground. She wasn't too far away and he let out a sigh of relief when he saw her, coming to a halt and trying to hide his panicked breath. He was a master of self-control but her whines always sent him on a craze if he hadn't been near her when she first cried out. "Dawa," he breathed, the relief heavy in his voice. "What is it, my dear?" He approached her slowly and hovered just before her, knowing not to move any closer or touch her until she made contact with him first.