Dawn treader

"My ambition lies in survival and nothing more," he answered honestly. The wolf had no imperial thoughts. He wanted no rank, no glory, no praise; things that had never been offered to him, things he saw no need for. But... it was perhaps because he had never experienced these things that barred his desire for them. All he needed was the opportunity.

But those other things. A devotee. A brother. These things he could be without any forethought at all. "I can be family to you and yours, and I will devote myself to ser—" he'd almost said "serve" again, as it was the only way he had learned to appease other wolves, but quickly refrained; "surviving and making sure my brothers and sister do the same." He figured that there were other packs he could travel to before the onset of winter, but his chances of joining one would lessen marginally by that time. No one would want another mouth to feed, and he'd be on his own for another cold year.

He hesitated, before asking: "may I stay?"