Standing on the Rooftops

She answered him in the same gruff manner, reminding him of one of his former trainers and generals in his natal pack. Her name was Falconeyes, or at least that was what she went by. It was probably a nickname granted to her by those that followed her, named after her keen eyes which could spot the tiniest movements from far away. Gruff and coarse though she was, she had been extremely loyal to the pack and were deeply protective of those who were part of it. If Kroc was a similar wolf, it was no wonder she occupied the spot at the top of the subordinates.

Arverk followed her gaze, his eyes landing now on the structure that towered above them before they drifted once more, looking at the land that surrounded him and his companion. "Dangerous," he answered with a birdlike tilt of his head. "But interesting," by that he meant that it was worthy for exploring and not a total loss of energy.