a tour around hell

At the insult of his size, Vector restrained himself from scoffing. If this man made the same mistake of disregarding his fur for fat, it would be quite a surprise if the two ever got into a fight.
Vector replied swiftly, as his brain multitasked the process of the vastness of his homeland.

"I hail from a land born of eternal cold, bleak lands only fit for those who survived the brutalities of unending winter. Those who have felt pity and sympathy for themselves were the ones who perished first. "

As they walked and talked, he wondered exactly what land his ruler was from, unable to find an accent in the english speakers voice, and wondered if the grey wolf too, could mask his identity.
Thinking about his home, Vector knew all of russia was not forever embedded in the frost times, and when further south of the land, weather warmed, and could be quite pleasant. But why tell him that? Vector wasn't fond of the warm weather, anyway.

"I was of the Smertonosnyy Pack, a pack that only perished and prospered at the command of Aleksandr, my father."

Vector decided it was decent of him to share a bit of his past life with his new leader, not attempting to accomplish anything, but to share a slice of himself.

"The pack he ruled, the one I lived in, was..death. it ate death. It slept in death. It inhaled, and exhaled death. But flourish with life."

The recon decided he had spoken enough of this land to his Praetor, the platinumed lupine who walked, and he followed. He had stopped talking for the moment, until he was asked to say more.