King Elk Forest Beautiful Beginnings

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Matteo was patient until the leader- the 'morwinyon'- arrived. The albino lad regarded the bigger male with a respectful dip of his head. It was lower than before, bending at the elbows and the wrists and all but touching the dirt floor with his nose. His tail kept up with the excited wagging, shifting back and forth against his flank, curled to the side.

He'd wait his turn to speak, though. He knew enough about other packs to know some leaders preferred their subordinates seen and not heard; to not speak unless spoken to. He figured such wasn't the case here, but just to be on the safe side, he kept his mouth shut aside from the occasional whisp of his voice as he breathed.