Stone Circle Do it for your pride - do it for them

The male did not come closer and showed no signs of aggression or even much dominance. Calloon knew he probably had one of the lowest ranks and had acted accordingly - even though he truly had been startled. Not many did approach him - especially not on his travels or in the dungeons he had spent a good portion of his life in. He let his body relax, but his tail never left the place neatly between his two hind legs and his ears were almost glued to the back of his head. What is to come now? I did not know someone was looking for me - I'm so, so sorry...

When the other spoke of a place that was better than outside, he raised his head slightly in amazement. He was so kind, and Calloon did not feel worthy of this kindness. Everyone he had met so far had been nice, which was such a drastic chance from how things had been at home. Home... I guess this is home now? Curious. He, silently so, followed after the other grey wolf without the ability to question where they were going.

When a name was asked, Calloon let out a sad whimper. No one knew his name - faceless as he was, but unwillingly so. Calloon... I must not forget that I am Calloon. He hurried so that he could walk beside the other - eyes attentively tipped up at him. He could call him whatever he wanted - the ghost would not complain. Being given a name was such an honour - as if he were a child. He was someone else to everyone who named him differently, and he was thankful for that tiny heaven-like feeling that came from the hellish curse he carried with him everywhere.