Boartusk Heights Vignette

he cants his head after she replies. his birth pack never allowed outsiders to join - not that he can remember. trespassers were chased out, as she claims her guards will do to him, or killed. the crooked smile on the pale beauty's lips makes him wary as he considers the two options she has given, falling silent for almost a full minute. 

he is weak, his body probably unlikely to withstand running for his life. what the she-wolf has offered - food and shelter - are what he needs to survive. in exchange he will provide the work she has asked for, and work has never really bothered him. 

alder nods. then, you have my loyalty... his voice sounds rather flat, as it almost always is. he may be lying, but that will depend on what happens once he has spent time here. his next words, however, are true.

and my thanks. his tail sways between his lithe hind limbs.

i'm alder.