Whoops, I meant to get to this sooner. :>
He was shamed, and it was apparent that his punishment had been one that the scout despised. Being forced to tend to the lesser animals irritated him, but he had cleaned after the birds and their roost until the place was spotless. Uliohi had reminded him that this was a duty of his regardless, but the fact he was now alone in doing this meant his role would encompass the whole of the tribe. The wolf had shifted to do such a thing and did so daily. Now that it was cleaned, the load had lessened considerably.
Anatole had cleaned himself in a cold stream, washing the scent of the birds from his pelt. While damp, his thick undercoat allowed for him to remain mostly warm. Still, he needed to dry before the chill of winter sunk in. With quick steps the tall man moved towards the Village, thinking he might see Claudius. The route he took caused him to pass by the Great Fire, and it was here the scout spotted a pale shape. It wasn’t hard to identify who it was—the woman, Gemma. Her thin shape and sharp lines were starkly different than any wolf in the Tribe.
He slowed, but did greet her. If she wished to speak, she would need to do so.
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