Arrow Lake mocking those within

stigmata kept a particular eye on thorn, even through the wolf's usefulness. he was wary to let the male do anything independently, lest he prove untrustworthy, and he felt himself grow tense as he watched the shadowox mark diaspora's claim. luckily, the onyx brute dared not to lift his leg, and after finding some relief in that fact and smoothing his hackles to a respectably flat degree, he trotted down to greet the wolf, tail high and waging tautly.

he still looked sometimes for any show of the nameless others that had supposedly accompanied thorn before coming to the mountains, but it escaped his thoughts now as he barked for thorn's attention and started to bound forward so that he might meet the yearling in play.