Deepwood Weald Resurrection

His attempts to put the younger wolf at ease had failed. The Ostrega cocked his head thoughtfully. That slight motion was enough to send an annoying stab of pain around through the back of his eyes. Shuffling his paws, squinting, he tried to ignore it.

"Hey, c'mon..." He began in his mature voice, which was not as deep as one may expect. "What's got ya all shook up?" There was no hostility there. Only curiosity and concern. "I ain't no threat, promise." He didn't give the young wolf a chance to bolt. Now he moved in. In lengthy strides, but on soft paws. He allowed Wicken an opening to get back his space, while setting down close by on his level, to appear less intimidating.