The Docked Stranger

Something that vaguely intrigued Meldresi about this new initiate was his tail, or the lack of it. It caught her attention when she had watched him, sitting there at the borders. There was no appendage curled around his paws or flicking about behind him. It was not a major trait that she minded, but it warranted a story sometime later.

He was about her own age, rare in this region, but was already accomplished in the three most important trades: Gamekeeper, Warden, Warrior, all of which she needed and had in stock. It wasn't like she couldn't have more, though.

The wolf, Burke was his given name, had already known of her pack before coming here, not stumbling across it like the others. Which brought up questions, like why. Why would he need them? Was it revenge again? That seemed to be the common reason. "How did you learn about my pack, hm?"