King Elk Forest Water to wine and the finest of sands

Mawk inwardly rolled his eyes, but gave her a polite smile. "Wow, really?" He said, though in truth he wasn't the faintest bit interested. It didn't matter to him, after all. "Loa's a nice name," He added once she introduced herself. Mawk, being the unsocial thing he was, simply wasn't a great talker, though he did try. But, when the dog asked what a wolf was, Mawk silently groaned. Explaining what a wolf was was a heck of a difficult thing to do. "Err, a wolf is like a giant dog, but really strong and powerful. They're sometimes hunted by man, but sometimes the wolves... erm.. kill 'em instead. You'll meeta load around here. I myself am part of a pack a wolves." He attempted, giving again a polite smile. If this dog was to survive in the Teekon then she would need to know about the dangers. And believe me, there were many. Even wolves, who might kill a dog on sight. Oftentimes Mawk had been mistake for a pure dog, though once they got a hold of his scent they realised otherwise.