Shadewood I went out to the hazel wood

if arunik'ra had been apprehensive of the wolf's reaction, it did not show. not every wolf took kindly to being abruptly stopped, a fact the sunspear had learned by reciprocating teeth. yet saena was not aggressive -- at least not yet -- arunik'ra canted her muzzle to the side to view the pied wolf wholly.

"arunik'ra." she answered, parsing her name carefully. she knew for most, especially those born in the woodlands, that the name would be terribly foreign and as such, nearly incomprehensible. in the winderness, a name was rarely enough -- intentions had to be transparent and arunik'ra did not grinch on the details. "sunspear of molech's fire, and res drunak of the malkaria." with that she made her deportment evident by the sweep of her tail in confidence. "out on a scouting mission, for we are new to this place. where is home? does one need an escort?"