Member of a pack

Grip-of-Steel got back to Taylor's after the meeting with the forest spirit. He felt himself very tired, actually more so than he should have, despite the danger he went through with Matthew. After a while he came to the conclusion that the tiredness was caused by holding back the rage when talking to the spirit. He hadn't noticed it then, too much had been at a stake, but afterwards he could remember how his instincts had told him to attack the threat without hesitation.

Grip-of-Steel stared the wall in Taylor's guest room going through the encounter. That was a habit he had learned during his training after the first change. His mentor Moment-of-Thousand-Strikes had told him that one only needed to survive battles - not win - to become stronger and eventually overcome every obstacle, but only if one could learn something from every situation.

The only thing Grip-of-Steel felt went wrong was, that he didn't ask the name of the spirit. He felt somehow that it could become important later. He sighed to the situation and sifted his focus to Matthew's words after the encounter. He had gotten through it at least a dozen times now. This would change everything, he would at last find his place. He would have a place that he could call home.

What else could a wolf hope for?, was his last thought before falling to sleep.