Master

LERRIN

That evening, weary to his bones, he returned to his tent via the back trails around the outside of the encampment, hoping to miss much of the attention he was receiving when he walked through his people.

He was truly grateful for their support, but having spent most of the afternoon in the company of various wolves, and connected to the pack mind, he was reaching his limit. What he needed was to clean himself, eat, then sleep.

In that order?

He sighed heavily. He should really eat first since he'd have to gather with the others to do it and he suspected once he entered his tent and cleaned, it would be very difficult to return to being under the eyes of others again.