Bearclaw Valley noro lim, asfaloth

he nodded vigorously at the woman, parting his jaws to answer. "hunt. fight. train. all. every .. thing," the gaul intoned, stumbling on the last word but pleasantly surprised his mode of speech had improved. she had called for the one who led this place; the muscular brennus watched as a whitefurred wolf approached, dominance in his posture. "triva," he answered promptly at the other's question, gaze drifting to behold yet another woman who joined the first two wolves.
"i not ... i not need home. work. if there is some things you need ... to doing, i will do it." the sentence was a painstaking fumble, but garait finished with an appeasing grunt at the back of his throat.