Lost Creek Hollow Member?

And as it would seem, Ancalagon had cut out the work for him once again. He approached the report with indifference, his solitary gaze then holding over the quivering submission of the pale wolf before them. At least this one had submission going for them, though he found the present fear to be a curious one at that. He had his share of those who had tucked low to the ground and made their little gestures to appease him, but the recent finds along their borders had turned up wolves with minute confidence lacking. Perhaps it was mere attribution to the throes of winter, or maybe it was more simple and left to the fact that his own outward appearance was less than friendly.

Still, they were always in need of hunters, though he had wished they had another who was more founded in their skill of healing. He had yet to see if Ilya had gleaned anything at all from Harlyn or on her own, and his memory whether or not any other had bothered to learn the skill was faulty at best. Then again, winter was hardly a season to invest in such a skill and he only imagined that their stocks would run thin if any more of them had faced hardship.

"Is that all?" he said, somehow refraining from carrying an uncertain edge to his voice. But the question was rhetorical and he did not wait for a reply as he rounded in again on Lunar. "You understand you would be required to contribute, yes? Right now we're not interested in offering a temporary reprieve from winter." Not with his co-leader so close to whelping and their beta healing; in that moment it all fell to him. Her loyalty would be her ticket in, but whether or not it would have remained valid was only another story.