Thunder Dome House of Broken Bones

No pack, no job, no purpose. It didn’t sit right with a wolf brought up to expect some kind of employment when he came of age. Kieran was well into his second year; he had to get somewhere, lest his ancestors nag him from on high about honor or something of the sort. 

a voice would make him stop,
he looked up oblivious to the tone instead he would tilt his head in a strange manner and look around. he finally spots a black figure, the outline, but a living being has placed themselves before him."Nothing. I seek purpose." he said his voice was raspy, it had been a long time since he's spoken. it was tainted and coarse, his vocabulary lacking, but no one bothered. he would wait, keeping his dull gaze on the figure.

he is still, even as the woman edges nearer, staring out into the distance. croaking, his voice is smoke lingering in a dim room, cultured and oldworld, just a little unsettling. "Who are you?" turning first to the stranger with nostrils flared and ears flickering. His head lowered in greeting as he gave a brisk shake of his tail.