Cedar Sweep Captain Marvelous

Jean-Pierre hates it here.

Sure, the view is gorgeous, but the amount of flies that bog down the place? Ugh. Summer sucks sometimes.

His teeth click together in a fruitless attempt to snap an irritating fly out of the air. Part of him wishes he stayed back in the Strath after all. There it's nice enough, and he would never have to lift a muscle again.

But he knows he should at least try pretending to care about the whole scout thing.

Jean-Pierre hates emotions. He hates feeling guilty about joining a pack when he knows he's just gonna fail again. Man, he sure is hating a lot today.

Shit, he swears under his breath, freezing at the sight of another wolf down the road from him. It's a woman, and he feels the urge to turn the other way, but the beige wolfdog stops when he notices her crying.

Jean-Pierre can't ignore it, so he ends up approaching a bit reluctantly.

You too, huh? What's knocked you down?