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The fields were destroyed by the dominating vegetation, and Dohi was a little saddened by the fact. It was peculiar, he supposed, how he had ended up in yet another cemetery — there must be many in the area for him to end up in two in the same week — but this time, both Adonvdo and Nvwadohiyadv accompanied him. The osprey was perched on one of the horse's two saddle bags (Dohi had become nomadic to await Ayegali's decision) and the Appaloosa stepped lazily amongst the hidden grave stones and through the tangled foliage. Dohi merely sat upon the broad, bare back of his mount, trusting the intelligent animal to bring him where he would. The werewolf himself was locked deep in thought, unable to properly figure out if he supported living amongst many Luperci or not.
Of course, his past proved that the Others weren't exactly trustworthy. They had attacked the tribe with no provocation, and they had killed his parents. The wolf spirit in Dohi raged about it still, and tore apart his inner sanctum that held his peaceful core secure. He would never truly get over it, but he had built himself a sacred need and love of tranquility. In doing so, the man had also built away his rage and could trust other wolves again. He was patient beyond belief, even with those he didn't know, and torn as he was on the inside, it was never evident.
So should he accept the Others internally as well as externally, or should he keep to himself his discontent about trusting other werewolves to not harm their tribe again? Most of him wholeheartedly went for the former; some of him, however, hung back on the latter and wondered if it would be too open.