Silvertip Mountain Giving up, going in

A soft sigh that should've been a gasp escaped him at the dark male's words. They would eat me, he thought. They would eat me. It was a sobering conclusion to the confrontation, and Grayday knew he should be afraid - that he should feel something other than tired relief that they would give him a chance.

"I... Understood, sir," he said quietly, trying very hard to reach the aprehension he knew he should be feeling. Failing that, he turned his full attention to the black wolf - the alpha, he thought to himself - and knowing he was not quite in his right mind at the moment, he dipped his head in silent assent. "I'm Grayday," he said to the gathered wolves. "Thank you - "

But no more words would come out. While fear still evaded him, waves of gratitue and happiness washed through him, over him, around him. His throat was stopped by a howl of joy that he refused to release, no matter how hard it tried to unfurl. Instead, he crouched below the alpha male, twisting until his throat and belly laid bare to the younger male and his pack.