Tithe

Tithe watched her closely, memorizing the look and scent of her and storing it into his mind as a member of his pack. He had been a part of Spirane for a few years now, but had managed to keep himself busy and travelling for much of it. It was not that he did not now his packmates, it was more that he did not know who they were personally. It was a blessing to be able to put scents to sights and names. The different wolves who had come to call the mountains their home were as vast and varied as the land itself was. This woman indeed already showed and interesting quality that intrigued him.

As the raindrops started to thicken they hit his ears, causing them to twitch automatically in annoyance. Soon, whether he wanted them to or not, they would plaster themselves into his fur to fight from the falling moisture. My den is large and close by. He assured, already thinking it would not do well to invite every shelterless wolf directly to his safe haven in poor weather. Roomy as it was, it would quickly get crowded. Turning, he calmly led the way back up the trails to his cave home, cautiously glancing at the woman who called him to ensure she was following.

I assume you did not call me for nothing. Curiosity flitted in his voice as they moved. Rain was falling harder, starting to make conversation a little more challenging. Her last words were still loud enough to cause him to pause and hesitate, blinking in surprise. The comment reminded him of his best friend. Anything he had to say caught in his throat. He knew teasing natures, he just did not know how to tease back...or how to respond.I...uh… hope I don’t deserve it? Blinking and trying to shake it off he continued to step forward until he came to the mouth of his den.

Shaking his large bulk free of the water he scampered for a moment into the dry depths. Eyes glanced up briefly and his tail wagged a greeting to the small family of bats that had taken up residence in his home. In the middle of the den was a worn smooth knuckle bone Tithe grabbed with his paw and pulled close to himself. The hollow itself was spacious enough for a number of wolves to gather and move about comfortably. Viora could have as much or as little space in it as she desires. Large rocks at the mouth of the cave created a barrier from the wind, rain, and other weather, sheltering them from extremes.

Tithe’s mild mannerred face followed the woman and head tilted slightly. What did you need to speak to me about?