Blacktail Deer Plateau the paramount and pompous disregard the cipher

The name Kesuk stuck in his head for a moment, though the Ostrega couldn't have fathomed why. It was strange to him, foreign, yet oddly familiar in a sort of way. It was someone that he hadn't met in the plateau's confines just yet, though he had also learned that some of the wolves there preferred to keep to themselves. Or so he wanted to believe. Maybe it was him that they were leery of, a proverbial outsider that Dante seemingly knew.

He made a noise along the lines of a hmm and let it trail into silence. He considered going to investigate the place himself, but wondered if it were wise to do so. One scout dispatched from the plateau stumbling across them was one thing, but someone going there directly? He could not fathom was the thought process would have been. Nor did he know that for him, it would have been walking into a bear's trap hiding in the dark.

"It seems there's a lot of dispersals already, and winter's not even quite done yet." He sumrised it cleanly, offering his grey-haired counterpart a shrug. "Must be a lot of eager wolves this year, or at least around these parts." And in a way, it must have been nice to set out with that goal in mind in that sort of no-holds barred way.