A New Home

Majesty listened as the dark-furred wolf told him that he wanted to be Outrider, and perhaps a Gamekeeper. "I could not be an Outrider," he replied, once the male was done talking. "I could not stay so far away from my family for so long. Although I admire the trait to wander far from home in others. Perhaps it shows a kind of courage that I myself do not possess."

Majesty could tell that Tyrande felt like she had been pushed away from the conversation. He observed from the corner of his eye as she began examining the crystal shards inside the bucket quietly. He angled his body so that he faced both of them at once, and asked her, "How many so far? I hope I'm not breaking your concentration."

He didn't like the feeling of being kept out of a conversation when he was sitting right there, so he was sure that others felt the same way, and he had an urge to always make sure everyone was involved. With a smile in the she-wolf's direction, he waited for her response.