Phoenix Maplewood I couldn’t sleep a wink

Hawk saw the she-wolf`s pleasure at his fear, and came to the wise conclusion that he should stay in his submissive crouch.

What have I done?

Mr Amiable. That was him. Unless there was fire or an angry wolf involved. Ah.

"Hawk," he answered stiffly. "Saena accepted me into the Pack half a dozen sunhighs ago. I, erm, I - I didn`t think I was ready to meet the Pack - or that they`d be ready to meet me."

He chuckled nervously upwards at the looming she-wolf. She had a strange scent tinging the Packscent, the bitter and comforting smell his mother had always held. Hawkeye wasn`t comfortable now, that was for certain.

"I guess I was right," he muttered drily. "And now I`ve washed away the Packscent, I`ll be killed as soon as I move within a mile of any wolf."

At this moment, he came to another, even more wise conclusion. He should shut up.