Drek pouted slightly at the news that they wouldn't be taking the pups, but it wasn't his decision to make he closed his book and pulled himself to his feet, brushing dirt and grass off of his trousers.
Drek sits against a tree and watches the sun shine it's morning light over his companions. He smiles and turns back to the book that he has in his hands.
Drek kneels down in front of the wolf pups. Gently he lifts one up into his arms and holds it gently.
"They will be our friends. We will teach them the ways of the domesticated breeds. They will be the pride of our guild, emblems of honor and valor. Also, we will knit them fuzzy sweaters."
Drek bows before Lilith, the light of his fire dancing off the cavern walls. "My leader, a warrior does not go to battle without their weapon. Our bodies are your armaments and we are sharpened and polished, waiting to defend you."