Jade Fern Grove i am a poet and I’m a little nervous but I can’t show it

Kechik listened with polite attentiveness as Alarian spoke of where he came from. He glanced towards the area where the grey topped male had gestured, wondering what it was like there. Kechik had never been part of a pack. It seemed scary. Would they accept him? Only being half wolf, sort of small and not very good at fighting? He was a great tracker and hunter of small animals, but that was about his only useful skill. He often thought about attempting to find a pack, but when it came down to it he just didn’t know enough to feel comfortable in trying.

Maybe now was the time to find information! Alarian seemed nice and hot and willing to give information. The boy shifted closer to the other male with a shuffle of his big floppy paws. What’s Easthollow like? he asked, his tail wagging eagerly behind him.