Their Alpha might be a little unhinged, but I appreciate his welcome. He asks if I am here to join the fight and my blood sings. I reflexively shift, standing on two legs once more to answer him, but before I speak the very large one attempts to show dominance. I acknowledge his brands of purity, but he has no glory to his name. His show is not worth my attention, but I catch his eyes and offer a polite nod, then another question comes.
I look to the speaker, eating and drinking, at ease. She has as many brands as Hector, a tribute to her wisdom. She speaks with confidence, likely the Beta of the pack.
“I have come to join this fight. I'm sorry if my manners are improper, I have been traveling alone for many weeks”. My voice sounds strange to me. It’s been many moons since I last walked as a human or spoke in the tongue of man.
”I left my birth name behind with that life. I wear my deed name with pride, for it is the name I earned. If it is not comfortable for you, please call me Well.” I pull the tattered black shirt over my head, revealing my scars and brands. My fingers trace the small stone on the leather thong around my neck before I look at my cousin and smile. ”My scar cousin. And my brands, earned in service. And if that is not evidence enough young one...“ . I catch myself before my rage leads me afoul. I doubt Father led me here to take on this pack by myself. But I stand ready for combat. I was jumped in by my Blood Talons. They did not let up until I fought back, I will never submit to the violence of another without retribution again.