Bearclaw Valley When your footsteps conquer the street

Frightened to join, frightened to be turned away.  Ashlar was truly stuck between a rock and a hard place.  Fortunately, the decision was out of his paws.  He would be unable to argue if they turned him out, and he would be unable to refuse if they allowed him entry.

It sounded as though they were considering him.  Through the fear, Ashlar felt a small glow of pride.  These wolves were formidable and here they were, considering him to be worthwhile to teach.  He knew that he was worthwhile; baba and mama had told him endlessly.  But he was not used to proving it to others and having them see it themselves.

Ashlar risked a smile, but kept his gaze down as he waited to hear what the true answer would be.