Overture Downs golyat

when she hesitated to obey, stigmata's initial thought was to force her to take the lead, as he had been instructed to do things as a child. when he had been her age, debating matters simply wasn't allowed - he did what he was told or he got savaged. it was as simple as that and it was what felt most natural  to him.

adolescents where he was from, younger even than nunataq was now, would often set the traveling pace for the entire pack - if there were no elderly folks to take into account - and so it was hard for him to understand her reservation in that regard as well.

but as much as he didn't understand the girl, and as frustrated as he felt with her progress in the world, stigmata was not tempted to be rash with her. he looked the reedy girl over for a moment, noticing cracks in her resilience that colored her uncertain - making this less a matter of defiance, and more a matter of trust. understanding this now, the hound turned to trot several lengths in the direction of bearclaw, before stopping to make sure she followed.

hoping to encourage, but not seem too happy about her coming nearer, stigmata arched the base of his tail and wagged the end a little to beckon her.