Raven's Watch illuktuk

Kigipigak was fond of Chanel and hoped she would fit in with them; she was so different from what he expected of a Tartok wolf—but then the trio from Stormhaven were different too in some ways, they were all learning to adapt to a life together. Chanel would adapt too if she stayed.

The boy began to nod in agreement—but his head shot lower when the sound of a snarl erupted from the blackpine.

Stjornuati. How much had he heard? How much had he understood? Kigipigak could not recall saying anything terrible; he had relayed information as any scout would, unaware that his absence had been noticed in the passing days.

Valmua spoke up first. It was right that she be the one, he thought, because she knew her brother and his temperaments better than Kigipigak. The boy had not known the siblings long enought o get a solid read on any of them—although he had sparred with Stjornuati and thought they had a connection because of it.

You do not like Chanel? Valmua asked of her brother. Kigipigak dared a slanted look upon the man but could not bring his eyes higher than his chest, nervous of any implications a direct stare might bring. His tail is low but not curling, his ears flat.