Ouroboros Spine [j] rocks and mountains

Just one word and this wolf understood. He spoke, keeping his words somewhat clipped as he made a general assessment and followed with a few personality traits that would prove themselves with time. One could say they were loyal, but there was no truth in the words until that loyalty was shown. A warrior? Fine. He seemed fit enough. A protector? Those two often went hand in hand. A tracker? That was new, but the wolf seemed to abandon it in favor of the first two as he spoke of fighting and defending until the death. Interesting.

Kerosene shifted, rocking slightly on his paws as Tonravik hovered near. His ears flicked as he contemplated what to do with this one. He decided. "Track then," he spoke, tipping his nose towards the world beyond. "Lead us in a hunt." The dark wolf spoke of loyalty and hinted at camaraderie. This would prove both.