Larksong Grotto bag of bones

Terich-mir stood with bated breath as his story unfolded, and waited to hear what this wolf would say. He knew it pained Vuk to deceive others, but it was the easiest way to tell their tale without explaining each of their backstories, the way Vuk was taken with her heat and thought little more than of herself. Terich glanced at Vuk, and with a softening of his expression, tried to apologize for the lie. Whether she saw it remained to be seen.

After what seemed a lifetime, the dark figure granted them acceptance, but not for their own merits. For the child alone. Terich understood this; during uncertain times it was easier to say yes to defenseless children than to say no to two adults. Nevertheless, Terich smiled and nodded his head in thanks, turning at ear toward his mate who introduced herself and her child, Seff. Then after a moment he turned back to the wolf. Thank you, kind alpha. I'm Terich. The tension of his shoulders seemed to relax somewhat, but he did not move from his deferential stance. What may we call you? What is the name of our home? There hadn't been any sign posts, nor any wolves to talk to along the way. What are your laws, so that we may keep them?