At one point, Perrin had been warned about who he hung about. Who he called his pack. He was not normal. Wolfbrother. No humans would truly accept him. He had already lost his wife. Lost friend after friend, family after family.

He would not give this one up.

“Where are you going?” he asked, standing up quickly. Whatever he had been doing was unimportant. If they were moving, he’d come with. That way, he could know they were safe — even if they had not seen battle in months now.