Swiftcurrent Creek Here I am

Kieran's ears twitched backwards and he turned green eyes towards the sound of his name being called. He stopped moving when he saw the small lithe white figure coming towards him, this was his new leader and he best stay and wait. Most of the pack were walking around with dulling feelings, but the Irishman wasn't. He had not been close with the wolves that had departed, though he had gotten to know them on his trek to their new home. He would not count them friends, merely acquaintances. Like souls passing by in the wind, meeting briefly and continuing on.

he stood to attention broad shoulders erect and back straight and ears at half mast across the top of his head. Though as she got closer he hunched his larger shoulders and averted his eyes, being sure to give her the respect that was due. After all she had given him a home, a home to a lonesome heart sick stranger. "'owaya miss. bazi. 'oy can oi 'elp yer?"