Blacktail Deer Plateau Little Fang

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The paltry waif was just about to kick a hunk of discarded bark when a familiar wolf emerged from the trees with a leering gaze. Val had seen him at the meeting but hadn't taken the chance to closely scrutinize his new pack-brother, too preoccupied with grief. The man had seemed big far away but up close the boy realized how large his senior truly was. Husky but not stout with a thick winter pelt and broad skull; the murky and be-speckled pelt only heightened his ominous glare. Val, who was nothing more than a reedy scarecrow, felt his limbs weaken and he instinctively dropped to the ground, pressured by the other's stare.

'Why aren't you with your guardian?' the other asked forcefully, his words curt. Valtýr looked away, rattled by Pura's strong approach. "Guardian?" he mumbled feebly, "I dont have one of those." The child didn't understand the role of 'guardian' its full capacity, for he had never had one in Duskfire. The whole pack had watched out for the Sveijarn brood.