Larkcall Lowlands One More Troubled Soul

(Ooc, will do no problem.)

Askan was glad that Drestig didn't call him out on his fumbling. He would have died of humiliation otherwise, and that would have been a dreadful way to go. Even worse than starving to death. Again, Drestig complimented him and Askan had no desire to quell the rush of pride that ran through him. He was capable, finally someone was observant enough to notice it. Perhaps he wasn't as capable as he thought (after all he did have a bit of an inflated ego) but it had to be said that it was rather impressive that he had lasted as long as he did in his former condition. It was a show of his resilience and determination if nothing else. Askan did his best not to let his feelings show on the outside. He was a grown wolf, an adult, so grinning like a fool was so beneath him. 

At Drestig's words, Askan looked back down at the carcass that laid at their feet and nodded. There were hundreds of questions running through his mind like jack rabbits, but for now he left them unsaid. Sometimes it was best to just go along with the situation and do as he was told. Sure, Askan didn't seem the type, but he could do what he was told to, if he felt it was appropriate. And seeing as he was going to join Drestig's soon to be pack, it seemed wise to prove that he could follow orders, no matter how basic. He could do this. It couldn't be that difficult to fall into line, after all he had lived in a pack before, he knew what it entailed. That was different though, that was family. But perhaps one day he could see this pack as a family, a rag-tag family but a family nonetheless. Either way, beggars could not be choosers.

Grabbing the front end of the carcass, Askan spoke with his mouth full. His voice was garbled and a little unclear, but it was coherent enough."Lead the way... Old man."