Ouroboros Spine Protect your chest, Warrior!

Good. They were in agreement that next time would be different. None of this mess again. No shrugging off their skills or talents to bullshit the other. It wasn't productive. Hell, even now they didn't really know where the other stood and until it became a problem, it wouldn't. Until it did. Then? Ugh. He didn't really want to think about it.

The brown wolf began to pry, asking personal questions. Kero didn't often divulge information about himself. What most learned was in snippets, little pieces of the puzzle they could later press together to mold a more complete picture. What was his name? What brought him here? He was distracted from answering as Toni crossed upon the scene.

Aklark? What the hell was that? Short for awkward lark? A bird? Did she have something caught in her throat? A raspy voice maybe considering she seldom spoke at all? Kero had no clue what that meant, but she followed it with a world he was slowly beginning to identify as the name she'd given him. "I'm Inquip. Ickwhip. Icknip?" Kero shook his head. "She says it better." He tossed his muzzle towards the female who was passing through.

Why was he here? Out of all the packs he'd encountered while checking out these lands? "She sucks less." Out of all of them.