He kept hold of Rebeca’s hand and tired hard to keep his pacing matching hers. He had the urge to pull her forward or hold her back, in playful swings of her arm. But she was not in a playful mood. She was thinking aiming ahead and glancing behind. So he kept his fingers laced in hers as long as he could trying to prove to her he was worth hanging on to.
But that only lasted so long. As soon as camp was close she let him go. She trotted off to find the big dog, the main hound, the lead wolf. Jory grumbled and growled under his breath. Someday, he could play this out. He turned his sour look to the two behind him. They had followed right? He was sure he smelled them both behind him.
He shook the snarls from his face and decided not the wander after Rebeca. Instead he would stay with the new scents, the young smart ass pup and his crippled angry bitch. He knew he better change his attitude if he was going to hang with the new meat.
“Hey, sorry for the ..ah…jump out there. I admit I was sort of in the mood for snarls.” He held out his hand to the male. Then he chuckled and realized his hands were full. So instead he offered it to the paw of the one he carried. “I’m Jory.”