Moonspear pls accept my fool

The leader arrives, and he tries not to prickle under the judgment of her gaze. He is accustomed to it by now anyway; it is the way of the world — or at least, his world. By now he knows better than to expect that anything good will come easily. He dips his head as the woman halts, smoothing any hint of pride from his posture in favor of an appropriately submissive greeting. A home, He answers easily, taking the question in stride, and for once he feels something like a hint of confidence. Knowing he cannot make this request without offering something in return, he adds: I can fight for you — and hunt as well as any other wolf.