King Elk Forest The wind

Crowfeather had not been expecting the large male to admit to his mockery. He did feel a wash of satisfaction when he did, though. The nervous jittering of his heart was lessened.

With fear being kept at bay, Crowfeather became only slightly more confident. He did not move from his place, but he also did not cower in fear at the hulking alpha or the way that he seemed to toy with the dark seer, winking and smiling as if he knew something more than anyone else in the room.

Hmph.

It was an adequate reply to the request for company.

Companionship was faulty and what would make the leader of a pack seek company outside of his home or away from his kin? Crowfeather was certain that there was something more at play.

I am from the Starsea. My name is From the Crow’s Wing… but if you must u- use it, you may call me Crowfeather, he answered. Did he want to even know the name of the pack leader?

Knowing that the large wolf had introduced himself foremost as the leader of Vein’s pack said something to Crowfeather. It told him that this wolf valued his title before his moniker. It told him that he had a great deal of pride.