Tuktu Weir Wearing a warning sign

He canted his head to her advice. He would not have thought to go north, but it was worth a try. though he was naturally wary to listen to anyone's advice other than his mother's, the words she had spoken to him were long ago, and far away.  Lovecraft nodded.

It was strange how her next statement touched him, reminding him of how, moments before, he had labored to keep his past locked up tight and out of her reach. She spoke of the worthiness she sought in those she recruited, and for a moment the snowy wolf was unsure what to say. He knew what he wanted to say, but he hesitated, opening his maw, and closing it again.

Finally, he decided just to ask the question that threatened the tip of his tongue. "Would I be worthy?" He wore a crooked smile. If he was rejected, it would make little difference in his day other than brief disappointment. He would go on as he had before this encounter with this strange and beautiful she-wolf.