"I want to stay, to help keep L'Lan as it is and prevent the outer world from ever breaking in upon it!" he told her. "And I want to stay with you, Nsharra!"
Her eyes searched his face. "I want you to stay," she said.
Then, as incredulous hope and joy sang up in his heart, she turned and sent her thought and her voice ringing out.
"Clan-leaders, will you accept Eric Nelson into our Brotherhood?"
Tark's green eyes flashed bright as the great wolf strode forward. "He fought shoulder to shoulder with me! For the Clan of the Hairy Ones, I acclaim him brother!"
Up from the wolf-packs crashed the pack yell and the greeting thought.
"Hai-ooo, brother!"
Ei's thought came coolly, swiftly. "Tark says well. The Winged Ones accept him!"
"And my Clan," said Hatha. "I saw him fight in Anshan!"
Nsharra looked down at the tiger. Quorr wrinkled his terrible face.