Well Deserved Rest, or Maybe Not

When she lay beside him, FitzDutiful was having to fight an itch to get up and go outside. He wanted to be patrolling, to be ensuring that his new pack was safe that his members were getting along and still here. None of them had fled or wandered away and for that FitzDutiful was grateful. He felt that soon they would be secure enough to send up the howl and make this official.

"Me too," he said, not really wanting to dwell on that fact. As much as he disliked not seeing Raissa, he wasn't really cut out to just spend his days, or nights, sat idle doing nothing. That was part of why they'd failed to see each other once she's moved to the Caldera. Fitz was an active wolf, he always had been.

"Have you met our pack mates yet?" he asked her. He wasn't asking Raissa to take a leadership role and wouldn't provide her any favours. If she wanted a high ranking place in the pack she would have to prove it the same way everyone else did. Part of that involved proving herself to the others. He was asking no more of her than he would have expected from himself.