How did one curry favor with a wolf notoriously difficult to impress? Well, one might aim lower than impressing for starters. Kweku aimed merely to
satisfy. He was sure the effort alone might be enough to get him over the line but he'd made himself try harder than he might have in the usual setting - he'd spent an entire day, in fact, tracking down a young boar that had passed by Asteraia's borders. Kweku assumed the creature had been heading for the forests but he'd been quick to put a stop to that, even if it had meant sliding out of the pack's boundaries and into the free lands for a short while. In the end, he'd found the boar and taken it for himself - young as it were, it had been a little ragged from the winter but it still tasted sweet. The taste was what mattered, after all. He wondered if the Pharaoh might begrudge him for having killed it without her...
He tried not to wonder too much. Instead, he focused on dragging the beast back over the borders, taking a moment to remark over the area he'd traveled...just in case. Who knew what other friends and foes alike had been tailing the boar, so he'd not risk it. But by the time he had pulled his kill far into the territory through snow and sleet alike, the sun had crossed the sky and was threatening to begin its descent behind the horizon. Kweku huffed, grunted in irritation. It had been a lot of effort! And he felt it in his very bones. It was not often that Kweku exerted that kind of work ethic.
As tempted as he was to have a nibble on the boar's flesh, he held himself back. Instead, he let out a deep, baritone howl - a request for the Pharaoh. Never a demand, or a summoning. But a request. He doubted she'd not come, but he wondered how long he ought to wait before dismissing her and taking a bite...he shook his head and stepped away from the boar. Instead, he took a place several feet away where he could watch over it but could not so freely smell the fragrant blood or see the sweet colour of meat behind the brown hide. That in itself was hard work!