Sheepeater Cliff hate or glory

He followed her gaze into the distance, a wordless answer that still spoke volumes. There were mountains in the distance, ones she would come to greet if she kept following her original direction. Whether she lived among the peaks or was simply wandering towards them aimlessly he wasn't sure, but she sure looked like the sort to reside in the mountains. He admired wolves who could, though would never dream of it himself. He was a wolf of the plains, of the great golden grasses where bison grazed.

She approached, and Rhanno flicked his tail as he turned her attention back to her. Warrior. The word was met with a slight furrowing of his brows, for he knew of it, but was unsure whether she meant that he was a warrior or if she was. Though, he had no doubt that they both were well versed in battle. "Khal," he responded with a nod, for he was not only a warrior. Technically, he was an ex-Khal, but the stranger needn't know that.