Neverwinter Forest Intrepid

He was wondering when or if other wolves from the spine might join them. It would be a shame to let this kill go to waste when there was so much of it still left. A moose was a worthy kill. Even he was eager to taste of it. Kroc seemed eager as well, but much like to him, this golden boy was a distraction. It seemed as though their white guardian caught the tail end of the conversation for she was ever quick to speak and remind them all what it meant to be a wolf of the Spine. They did not take visitors. They took commitment and that meant for life.

Tonravik rose then, moving from their kill to give him his turn to eat. He chuffed, somewhat stubborn at her offer if only because he wouldn't have his fill until this dialogue had come to rest. Again, she spoke of loyalties and how those who could not give themselves fully were of no use to them here. This wolf wished to know his father. There were other males of his coloring who might be just as worthy of the title. Might be a wolf who actually knew the female of which he'd described earlier as his mother.

"I might not be him," he surmised, filling in the gaps of conversation with more finite words. "We do not take guests. If we welcome you, it will be forever. Join and then leave? You'll be labeled a traitor." And killed. The stakes were high, it was true, but Tartok, he was learning, took care of Tartok and the Spine was but an extension of those values. Another branch of the larger tree. Son or not, it mattered little. Out here in the wilds every wolf was his own. They were all treated the same regardless of their origins.

He turned then, moving towards the kill with no more than a flick of his tail. He approached the carcass and turned his eyes towards the boy. This wasn't rejection. It was a question. Did he value the life he'd left behind? Or did he care more about a wolf who may or may not be his father? (The world may never know.) Kerosene lingered, watching for a moment more before he lowered his head to the prize and consumed his fill.