[gre-y]

Huxley chuckled a little bit, then transformed into his wolf form so they could trot off together. "I'll go slow. There's no need for you to walk alone," he told him as they slowly went towards where the food was cooked. Food was only given at meal times, and Cyan when he asked. Amazingly, he'd survived these months. Also, if Zephyr wanted food, it would be given to him any time of day or night, gladly. As they walked, members of the pack smiled brightly at him, and some stopped by to say hello.