Blackfeather Woods Welcome to the carnival

Thatch didn't like being on the hook, but Kendra had caught him and wasn't letting go. He shrugged again, and sighed. Well I suppose so. But not if you didn't want me to. If it was my dad and you were the new. And my dad was alpha, wouldn't you, being the newest member, be careful not to anger me? He asked with a little laugh, he liked riddles and confusing little jokes. He wondered what Kendra would think of it.

The peculiar young girl's answer wasn't exactly what he'd hoped for. But he was new, so he shouldn't expected a little secrecy. He still had to prove himself, win their trust. They wouldn't tell him much unless they could trust him. Maybe becoming friends with this girl would be more beneficial than he'd thought. The way Kendra spoke about the pack made Thatch smile. They were strong, but also they were a family. He was determined to become one of them, officially. Naturalist. Interesting. It's a pretty neat trade. I'm working to be a tactician, but first I'm gonna have to be a mercenary of course. I wouldn't mind being a healer either, or maybe a spy.

Labels seemed to be in everyone's way. Weak, useless, worthless. Those labels had been used on him once or twice by his father. He wasn't a fan of them either. Yeah, labels do suck. He sighed, mind shifting for a moment back to his old life. The sight of his mother's body, twisting as she choked on her own breath. Sick. He remembered calling for help, how no one came. The only other wolf who even sort of cared had been Verem, but he wouldn't mind ripping her to pieces either. He quickly snapped back to reality, forgetting his past and once again becoming himself.