The Flowers Of Sping (Joining)

He was met with bright eyes: gilded, tired. Realization must have dawned on the younger wolf, as he was quick to get up once he realized his mistake, backing away from Aesop. "Whoa there, calm your tits," he said, aiming for placating but missing by a few feet, "technically you ain't done anything wrong." He shrugged, giving the boy more space in case he decided to jump around again.

"Not mine, no, but I'm one of them. You've found Stavanger Bay. Any reason why you felt the need to take a nap on its borders?" His tone was even, not betraying his nerves nor his irritation. The boy was either stupid, or looking to join. Hoping to find the best in him, Aesop bets on the second one.