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The Chief questioned himself briefly. He knew it was not the wrong thing, to shelter this elderly wolf, because the traditions and guidelines for life that had manifested themselves in him from early childhood craved that he did so. But perhaps it was wrong, as well, for him to offer this wolf a place among them without as much as a second thought. Most of their members had been allowed on the inside of their ranks because of their abilities, and his belief in their contribution, and here he was, making no such demands from this one. But the customs of his tribe screamed at him to respect the older male, and he bowed his head to them, though not physically. If nothing else, having an Elder in the tribe would mean something to the children. He might be more able than he seemed. Dawali remained quite serious, but chuckled briefly at Arda's joke. He was not wrong, either; the male looked as if he could need a long, hard sleep. The Chief glanced at the other's leg again, and his face returned to more serious folds. "Are you okay to walk to the village? It is quite a distance." He paused for a moment, worried that Arda might take offense. But it had to be at least 10 miles, and with a limp... It could be as unhealthy for him as not coming in at all. "I can fetch us some help, easy," he offered, still very serious. Now that he had decided to take him in, it was no good to have him die halfway to his new home.