Bearclaw Valley some kind of nature, some kind of soul

The she-wolf looked upon him with that same creepy little smile she'd worn when they encountered one another in the mountains, maintaining her odd silence as usual. Venamis, though curious, did not feel any desire to better acquaint himself with her. She was pack and he could be civil, but the spider was unprepared to consider any .

He did not register any jealousy on her part as Merrick drew in to greet him. Instead his focus shifted, pale eyes turning upon his mentor's sharp features as fangs parted to briefly mouth at the underside of his chin in a respectful, almost playful gesture. Rooted, he merely followed the coywolf with his gaze as he strode forward to giddily inspect their newest arrival.

What he did not expect was to be summoned closer. A raven ear pricked forward and the hint of a frown appeared on his muzzle, heart skipping an uncomfortable beat as he took a moment to wonder why. What sort of job? A test, perhaps? Despite a certainty that he could feel his blood begin to run cold at the idea of disappointing his new teacher, the boy stepped tentatively closer in quiet expectation.