Blackbeak Bluff bon temps

The dark young girl stopped dead in her tracks and her eyes glazed over, looking out beyond him and where he stood in opposition of her departure. The fear that had gripped her did not go unnoticed, but he had cast it aside. Had he been any more intent on frightening the younger wolf, he surely would have heard her heart beating out of her chest. Kierkegaard could almost feel it thrumming against the longest fur of his limb.

In a single moment, everything shifted in his favor. The girl with the pale blue eyes turned to face him and a single question fell from her lips. Already, she had found enough strength not to flee from him in fear. More than this, she had bought in to his remark and this allowed him to believe that she did not think of herself as much more than spineless, too. It was sad, but if he could lure her back to Grimnismal, perhaps that could change.

“The pack where I am a member is not too far from here. You come to join our ranks, and I will train you,” he offered her.