Great Bear Wilderness what a shame we all became.

Summer couldn't have explained just how grateful he was that the Redhawk wasted no time in calling for his alpha. Even so, the moment the call went into the air, Summer suddenly felt his nerves churning in his stomach. It had been a while since he'd suffered from his crippling anxiety, and though this was no where near what he'd been through it still tasted very faintly like it. It was strange to think that this sort of nervous was how others felt when they were afflicted with the emotion. They did not begin to fall apart at the seams like he had when he was younger. It was an uncomfortable tickle, nothing more. It hardly even bothered him when he considered in retrospect of what it used to feel like.

"Thank you," the young wolf said, pausing as he deliberated on whether or not to ask for his companion's name. Wouldn't it be prudent to do so? He still felt as though he were walking on eggshells around these wolves, so desperate was he for them to like and trust him enough to take care of Ty, but even as that thought occurred to him he realized that the personable thing to do would be to inquire. "I didn't catch your name, sir?" Summer stated, his features softening slightly from the purely business-like manner to take on a more friendly character.