Not for the first time (and not for the last time, either) Fierce wonders if the nervousness will ever go away; the anxiety that he was a mistake, the underlying current of uncertainty and doubt and self-loathing because surely he isn't the right choice for this. Surely there is someone better, someone that can do more good than he, someone that can hold their head high with confidence to reassure those around him.
Still, he reminds himself that he was chosen and that even if this is a mistake - he can, at least, try to do the best he can with the time he has.
When he sees the zikwa, the stark red of her marks standing brightly in the evening light, Fierce is drawn towards her, slinking through the tall grass first as the eaglehound, then as himself once more, trying to keep the anxiety out of his voice as he says, "Good evening. I think - I think I heard your call."
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