Chapter 59

The cub was quick to eat, not even really looking down at the bowl—a hunger he hadn't even noticed before making him devour the meal as quickly as possible. The only thing he noticed about the dinner at first was the fact that it had a variety more vegetables than he had eaten since his rebirth.

The only noise was the sound of utensils hitting the bowls. A particular familiar spicy scent lingered with the aroma of fried meat. The older ones take their time to enjoy the meal as the cub takes down every bite quickly. The sounds were a bit repetitive, just the clunk of spoons pressing into bowls. Only after his bowl was empty does the cub notice that it wasn't the quickly manufacture stuff, was smooth wood, almost appeared to be a single piece. His hands could tell how soft it was, only able to happen with a sander or very fine-grit sandpaper.

He put the thought aside, moving back to start eating up his food again, trying to get every bite of his food. His stomach wasn't quick to fill up. The bowl was emptied, at least a few minutes before the others, and climbs up out of his seat. His tail shakes a little and sends off drips of water, landing over the floor, small puddles all over the floor. He moved to the pot that was still over the heat, dimples lightly formed over the sides, looking like hammer marks, an unorthodox method if someone could use a hammer for a pot or pan.

He shrugs it off, taking it for an artisans choice deal. Filling up the bowl and quickly getting back to his seat, as if worried, he delayed it would disappear. The others were soon finished with their bowls after the cub had started to devour his second. Three sets of eyes were staring at him, watching and waiting, almost as if they were ready to pounce on an unsuspecting victim.

The cub puts it out of his mind, not too worried about his safety, but worried that he might wind up running out of food if they decide to get some more food. Almost subconsciously tucking the bowl into himself, protecting it with his left hand as his right scoops down the nutritious meal that would sustain him. His mind still barely registering the tastes of his meal.

It was a few minutes more for him to finish his bowl before sitting back and thinking about whether or not he needed more. The three pairs of eyes are staring expectantly at the young pup. It wasn't o for a moment what they were waiting on, but after seeing their eyes trail down to the bowl, he shakes his head, guessing the silent question.

There is an audible huff of relief from the trio of voyeurs, "I don't think you thought about how hungry the change over makes a new wolf Father." Tench says, shifting in his seat.

Blaine's head bobs in agreement, "Then again, I said almost the same thing when we met for the first time." He chuckles a little at the memory. Taking a moment to scratch the scruff under his chin, "Our new brother is probably going to do the same next time."

Their father shakes his head with a chuckle, "We'll see, anyway, first to introduce myself, since I was distracted earlier, I'm Elrik, my father preferred a more Nordic sounding name. I'm glad he didn't call me Freki." a little eye roll from his brothers shows that it was a previously done joke.

"But seriously, if you ever meet Geri and Freki, don't be disrespectful, they might not be considered gods like Fenrir, they still can cause you so many problems with fewer issues if they do." Elrik's eyes were staring right into his, making sure he doesn't take it lightly.

"Now, since I am sure you are annoyed, just thinking of yourself as a pup, it is time for you to get your name." His father's lips split a little, showing only his front teeth. His right and moves to his chin, scratching, staring at the pup. It almost looks like he is pouting for a moment, "Hmm, your name shall be from now on, Vimor." His head is bobbing, satisfied with the name.