Moonspear About A Boy

Hunting, he explained, was his forte but that wasn't entirely true; it was the one thing that kept him alive. This winter was not particulary harsh but as a lone wolf, he had to triumph the hardships that were thrown at him; being a mere wanderer made it even more challenging. Underneath his long, raven-painted wintery coat was a wolf who was more thin than a pack wolf. Mees had to eat at every opportunity he got, which usually meant picking up the scraps. It was hunt, be hunted or starve to death and end up as a piece of scrap.

Mees made no secret and he did not try to hide his physical condition. When Amekaze showed the slightest hints of familiarity, Mees' golden eyes lit up like little stars in the night sky. ”Do you remember?” He longingly asked as he tilted his head just a few degrees, showing a sign of curiosity that swept through the words like a springbreeze. He would not expect that such a meeting, many moons ago, would become so important this present day. 

”Amekaas.” He whispered, nearly inaudible, while unable to pronnounce the name entirely correct. When the Alpha asked for his resume, he shifted his weight from one paw to the other while thinking momentarily. He could be a scout, having seen and travelled to a lot of places especially since he spend most of his time as a lone wolf. As an advisor, however, that was entirely different story. He had neither the experience of being advisor or experience in life triumphs; or maybe he was just underestimating his own capabilities.

”I've travelled a lot. I could be a scout without a doubt; but as an advisor. Yikes. A challenge; still new on this one. I'm not porfect but I can drat's well try my hardest.” And that's all he could lay on the table, no promises of superheroes saving the day but instead just doing all he could do.