~ TARKYN ~
"Why don't they approach me?" he asked Harth as they sat. She'd prepared tea for them and Tarkyn found himself somehow warmed by the strange, floral mixture. Harth was finding reasons for them to stay at the fire and he couldn't tell if it was because she wanted to talk to her pack, or if she just wanted to stay out of the cave.
"They don't know what to make of you," she whispered. "You confuse them."
"Confuse them?"
"Your position in the hierarchy confuses them. Because they're my kin, the wolves should be leading to show the others how to treat you. But they can't decide what you are, or where you fit. You're mated to a low-level wolf who stayed among the humans—we're all still working out how we fit together after being apart for so long—but you also have that Alpha strength. They can sense it in you. So they aren't sure whether to throw their own weight around, or submit."