The Heartwood Casual Greetings

He had met quite a few wolves in this place which he had come to know of as Teekon Wilds, they mostly spoke the common tongue but there were a few exceptions, though it was rather sad for the viking to have met none who spoke his tongue. Then, what kind of viking warrior would travel to such soft and green lands? For plundering, perhaps, but it wasn't worth the journey that took months even if these wilds were ripe for raiding. No, they would probably raid the lands near home instead. Caspian was a man of both north and southern blood, exploring blood and so, he was technically qualified to leave his home and explore.

The Scandinavian found himself at the edge of a forest's treeline, he could go the other way but there might be others of his kind here, though truthfully he had no idea why wolves would like to live in forests, simply flabbergasting to him. But Caspian strode in anyways, inhaling the scent of the forest and prey, he rather liked exploring but knew he had to settle down soon, wolves were social beings after all.

It wasn't long before he spotted a large greyscale figure, with a grin and a twinkle in his glacier-like eyes, he padded towards the stranger, though remaining a respectable distance away. Some wolves were touchy after all. "Hey, whatsup man?" If the pack wolf was the aggressive type, the trickster would have no problem defending himself, he was a viking.