Moonspear fulthark

To say that failure was the last thing on his mind was... Accurate, in a sense, but everything was technically the last thing on his mind. He couldn't keep a thought in his head for long, which was the entire problem. Of course that meant he would need more attention than the average pack member. More resources would go to this vagrant, and had Larus been capable of awareness, he'd be feeling pretty guilty right now. Maybe the guilt would hit him later - once the terror of this new place died down, granted he was welcomed to stay. The dark man had a valid point and Larus latched upon it, trying to stop it from slipping through the sieve of his brain.

Loyalty, he answered, which again, probably didn't mean anything. I can be better. I have to be better.... He murmured more and more to himself. Mother taught me to fish, he remarked in an offhanded manner, thinking of the dark-capped woman somehow; his voice lightened, he sounded more childlike. I can hunt, I -- I won't be a burden, his voice sharpened around this and so did his expression, and Larus looked to Dirge intently, as if this might be some magical addition. He could provide for himself completely and so the pack would not have to worry - except in the moments where he would inevitably forget himself.

But I understand that I'm... Older, and weird, and... even as he spoke of this, as cognizant as he appeared in that span of time, he was already drifting, and did not finish the sentence.