Big Salmon Lake [m] Fresh out of an icky gooey womb

Judging by the male's growls, it appeared as though he was very much on the same page they were. It was appreciated. He made no acknowledgement of his approval, but noted it for later. His borders were secure. Their borders were secure. Trespassers were to be killed on sight. Same for them. They shared the same natural instincts and showed no mercy. That was the proper way of things. So, apparently was introducing one's self.

Tonravik was quick to utter her name. Kerosene... not so much. He suffered from a minor identity crisis as he was torn between uttering the name he wore within the Spine and his natural given name which everyone outside those lands knew him by. "Kerosene," he offered, deciding it didn't matter in the long run what he decided to call himself so long as he remembered to answer when the name was called.

"We'll handle our side," he uttered, speaking no more on the suggestions of alliances. He knew Tonravik's opinion on them was a firm "No" and he was inclined to agree with her. What they could do, was protect their realm and hope these wolves would do the same in their part of the 'hood. They had similar goals. Similar ideals on what was meant by "too close". With this lake in the middle they were already creating a solitary statement, each in their own way.

He smirked. "If they come this way there will be no life for them to fear. They've already lost it." That was the beginning and end of it. "Enjoy your newborn."