The Heartwood what a brilliant speech you gave

The source reaches him: a large wolf, about the size of Iseldur. The boy's fearful posture settles. A wolf will not eat him - that would just be strange.

The man speaks, his tone unlike that which belongs to the friendly faces he knows. He calls him 'pup', a term Cathal has grown used to. Eyes search the face of the other momentarily, curled tail beginning to wave relentlessly.

There is no reason to fear now! He decides, a grin on his face. You are no cougar, and now one will not come. His accented tone is hopeful, cheerful.

The spitz gestures behind him. Iseldur is behind. He expects that this wolf will help him find the other.