The boy waited anxiously for someone to come. Adrian being there was both a hindrance and a help at the same time. She didn’t seem happy that he was here, whispering through her teeth that he shouldn’t have come at all. He had too though, Whsiper needed him and while he might not be able to completely help her, he would be there for moral support if nothing else. Seeing him might make her feel better, or he hoped at least his black ears flicked showing that he heard her, but that was about the extent of it. After all he couldn’t really reply, and his own mother couldn’t sway him differently, what chance would this girl have of doing it? Still he was a bit nervous, but not too much so. The fact he smelled like wolf corpse was probably more unsettling to others than anything else. Why and how he smelled like that around someone he knew, over all, was probably the part that he would prefer to not get talked at about.

All they could do was wait now though. He wasn’t sure what the exact situation was in the pack, but it seemed everyone who lived here was now gone. It was weird to be at his home and not where his mother and father ruled anymore. It was the same place but had a completely different feel to the land. It was all because that other monster had taken over the pack by threatening his sister and some other pups too. They didn’t have to wait long before the dark brute came into view, and soon as he comes near he taunts them, almost singing to them. He was a very different beast from the quiet male Lock had encountered when he found out what he was… He shifted slightly his ears flicking back and his pupiless eyes watching the grey of the other wolf.

Hemlock couldn’t reply, but he listened to the words of the male. He was confident, Hemlock was too small now to do anything about it, but while boastful Hemlock wasn’t sure if he had anything to be proud or boastful about. The thing about Hemlock being how he was, was he was starting to see there were all sorts of ‘monsters’ out there in this world. How this male kicked his mother, his family out of this land was nothing to be proud of. He was big and bold against puppies though, Hemlock wondered what he would do against a full grown wolf that was able to fight back. Run away probably. That was why he had to use Whisper, he couldn’t take his mother in a fair fight, and how he was snarling and putting on a show now, to Hemlock, proved it.

Perhaps he might have looked a little unimpressed, or unworried, perhaps both. Hemlock was a monster after all, the wolf he met at least killed other adults. The large male could have killed Lock if he wanted, but he didn’t though by all right Lock figured he had all reason too with no questions after seeing what he had saw. Adrian and himself, even if they tried together wouldn’t stand a chance. Sure he was halfway grown, and she was almost the size of his mom already, but he was still a good deal bigger than both. His show wouldn’t be show to them. For now.

Hemlock promised himself, if he would eat some monster’s corpse someday, it would be his. He would clean this good earth from this creature cause only he would and could. A monster fighting for those that believed in the good things… a killer of monsters… maybe that was what he was meant to be.

Adrian spun a nice tale though. Using her voice to give half truths. Hemlock knew some of it, not all, but she certainly wasn’t a nobody to Iromar. Like him. She explained that with her around his sister and the others might stay more inline. So she was here the same as him then. For them, not for herself. It felt good to know he had someone along for the ride with him, but she certainly wasn’t telling the truth. He couldn’t speak, but he knew the value of telling the truth and being honest, and Adrian was lying, likely to keep herself and him safe. So it was okay if it helped others? That was what he was getting out of it. She even spun him a nice tale too, though Hemlock certainly never would have been eating from that rotten corpse… but it was useful to make ends meet. Too bad he didn’t look skinny to eat from one yet. He had a cushy life, and it wasn’t like his short time away from home left him starving enough to do that… but he supposed a day or two without a meal could change his mind. His pelt was only a mess because he made it that way to make himself look a little more downtrodden… But it seemed to have maybe worked.

The brute told him to bow though and Hemlock had no hesitation in doing so… though the whole ‘speak who you belong too’ was impossible on his part. Did words mean so much to those who speak? Did not lies come from the same mouths that spoke the truth sometimes? Adrian just proved that she could say one thing, but it not be what happened. The boy wondered. He did’t move just kept his head down and waited for what would happen. He would find out soon enough.