10-04-2009, 01:10 AM
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Hemming was still rather shocked by the whole ordeal, but he tried hard to listen to what the female was saying, committing the names of the pups, and of the woman, to memory. With a faint smile, he nodded and took the deer meat. His eyes were filled with gratitude as he unwillingly considered all the things that could have happened to the pups if Zaramama had not found them. Survival was tough even for an adult wolf, and the pups surely would not have lasted too long. Smiling faintly at the woman once more, Hemming replied, "Thank you again, Zaramama. They are very fortunate that you found them." Glancing at them, he continued, "I'm Hemming. Do you need to go right away? I'm sure we could get you something to eat before you go." He knew that he was unable to deal with these pups himself, and didn't even know the protocol for accepting new members besides from what had happened when he had been accepted. This was hardly a similar situation, and though he was sure the tribe leaders would understand the (possibly temporary) sheltering of lone puppies he did not have the authority to formally accept them. He called for Ember, his voice strangely subdued considering the male's usual demeanour. Not only was she higher in command than he was, she would likely be less clueless when presented with such unlikely guests. |