Hoshor Plains new beginnings

Unlike his great brick of an Alpha, Fjall was made of goose down and fawnskin. He was as soft as they came on the matter of emotions, and he was a natural empath. This made it easier for him to notice when Arktos was keeping something back — as he seemed to do.

I cannot recall a time I was not hungry, Fjall chuckled, easing into his typically good-natured mood. Though still feeling limp-limbed, he didn't want to seem weak in front of Arktos. Are we hunting? he asked.

Then after, you can tell me what is giving you that pained look on your face.