[J] Bubble Up Inside

All three wolves of the Spine simmered down. Good. It meant this wolf could focus without the added stress of fearing for his life. And focus he did. He was quick to the punch with a skill set Iqniq would not so immediately associate with the Spine. Storytelling? Hmmm. They were primarily creatures of force and held a militaristic attitude, but even those who were so quick to battle needed the balance of leisure.

He found value in this particular talent for several reason. The first, because the wolf understood warrior and warden would be required of him and was bold enough to speak of something else entirely when it came to his strengths. Whether it be honesty or boldness, it was unexpected and simultaneously appreciated. The second, because Tartok held its own legacy and what was happening here would need to be remembered. Thirdly? Because, unless they could goad Echelon into watching over pups, few here showed any interest in what would be considered a more "delicate" trade. All were important. They kept a pack well rounded.

"Could you tell us one then?" he asked as he sat upon the ground and made himself at home. Though comfortable, his posture remained alert and primed. "A quick story?" He did not wish to occupy three of the Spine wolves time with this as their talents were desired elsewhere, but assessments were similarly important. That, and there was a small part of him that was curious to see whether or not Tonravik could sit through a tale.