Sleeping Dragon Stormcloud

Cirrus ‘hmmmed’ softly at the shake of the dog-featured head. There was the insinuation that this pack had been around for a while then. That meant it was well-established and likely to be superior to the packs around it. Cirrus’s heart froze when he thought about what he could do to help the pack, lest he be starved and shunned. He tried to push it to the back of his mind for now.
 
“And how do you help the pack? Are you a hunter? Carer?” Neither seemed to fit the gangly lad, nor did the next: “protector?” It would be good to get an idea of the roles already filled. Cirrus’s nose flared as the scent of another wolf filtered into the cave, from somewhere off outside. His ears flattened in distaste – another guard? He could hardly run, could he? A snort emerged from his nostrils and he left Hush to decide whether to acknowledge the female pack member who lingered somewhere on the boundaries of his prison.