Shadewood Happy to be Home

Ah, so this was the famed leader of the Keep that he had yet to meet. It was strange, they seemed almost mythical to the lad having spent so much time around the border of Shadewood and it almost never leaving his mind throughout his short travels since his first encounter with Morgan.

The Keeper seemed to fit his role even more perfectly than Atticus had been able to imagine, a mixture between brain and brawn. He definitely wasn't as large Buffalo, and the smarts of the stranger were still unknown, but he could only assume so much of a leader. 

Instincts arrived with the appearance of the shadow and Atticus lowered his posture below that of Cry. Fortunately, for the young wolf, his brain decided to retain certain key information that his memory did not. It was deeply rooted in a wolf to submit to those above them, but with almost all of his memory and knowledge being tossed to the wind- especially socially- he had to thank whatever gods there may be that he did not lose that.