Redsand Canyon Like you held onto Light

Hemlocke did not see the shocked expression on Derg's face at his confession. Didnt see the subtle look of fear and be was good for it. It was that fear, hatred, disgust or otherwise which often had Hemlocke shying from others though he longed for companionship. He was a wolf, after all. Though he hated the judgement, the confrontation, though understood why it was given. More often or not, other wolves didnt trust him and he too didnt trust himself and what he had every capability to become. 

Donovan demanded him to get up and Nyra, whom had changed to soften now at Locke's last words, coaxed him up with a nudge of her muzzle up under his flank. And he did so, lifting to his long, stilt legs. A tall wolf, perhaps as tall as Nyra and Donovan even, though easily half their mass.

He spoke nothing, those large ears perked up once more, both curious and afraid of what Donovan had in store for him next. Still he would follow, his heart still a heavy pound in his barrelled chest. His eyes, like dried blood, never leaving him.