Bearclaw Valley When your footsteps conquer the street

ohhh nooooo

Each asked a question, and neither was easy to answer.  Ashlar stood with it and tried to get his breath together, hearing his mama's voice in his ears as he did.  One... two... three.... breathe.

He did not know if he wanted to learn what these wolves might teach.  He had a sense, but that sense was small, and he'd been raised among wolves who were good and kind.  He had no way of knowing, really, that these wolves were not the same.  Beside that, he was lonely, and this pack was one of few he'd found here.

I... I don't know.  he said, softly, to the ground.  The first question.  He did not have any clear image of what he wanted to do for sure.  But I'll learn anything.  Ashlar's voice grew louder and more sure for the second part.  It had to, because he knew that if he didn't, it was likely these wolves would not bother with him.  He needed to be sure and he was.  Ashlar could not promise that he could do, but he could promise that he would try.  So he confirmed the second and looked from one intimidating face to the other, unable even now to hide the tremble in his legs and the urge to tuck, hide, submit.