Hoshor Plains R&R

Mitanni stared at the wolf, puzzled even as he appeared to drop his exaggerated act and calmed himself down with a shake. Had it been all an act? She could hardly tell anymore, and it made her nervous to think that he could be so unpredictable from one second to the next. A little bit of unpredictability could be dealt with, but this was simply too much for her to manage.

He reiterated for a second time that he was hungry, and the mottled brown wolf wasn't sure she liked hearing it. If he couldn't keep himself fed, how was he going to contribute to the pack? Even with winter very recently beginning to retreat, there had still been food around for the picking. Is it just laziness, Mitanni wondered, lack of skill, or was prey really that hard to come by?

She couldn't pick an answer, nor did she need to. In true Pilman fashion--at least as far as she'd been able to gather during their rather one-sided conversation--he continued to talk. That he seemed so adamant she help him find a pack was concerning, for a few reasons, but so far she hadn't seen enough to convince her she should help.

It did, however, make choosing a next question very easy. "Why should I bring you back to my pack?" she asked, skeptically narrowing her amber eyes. If he wanted her to vouch for him, he was going to have to prove he would be valuable.