Blackfoot Forest I'm not getting any younger.

Aaron listens carefully, his tail holding still behind him still. "May I ask which one?" he asks, his head tilting gently to the side. He was pleased to hear that this wolf was a good protector-- regardless of his stance on fighting. Aaron knew that his pack was more about peaceful approaches than violent ones, but it was nice to have males to protect their borders. Having interests in herbs, the man wished to learn which roots could serve as a last resort food source-- especially in this famine. 

"If you can give me the names of those, and describe their looks, I would be pleased to offer you a spot in my ranks."