Oh who would ever want to be king?

Forests. Arverk was a wolf of the sea, of mountains, of the North at heart. But like his mother had once said, home was wherever those he considered family was. His home was Ouroboros Spine, with the wolves that inhabited it, and his home would forever be with those wolves for it was with them that his loyalty lay. He would adapt to the new environment, after all, he was versatile and adapting to the environment was easier than adapting to a new lifestyle.

Arverk offered Dante a vague nod, best not to reveal too much information of the Spine. He bet his leaders wouldn't be too happy if they found out an outsider knew how their territory was like. "I'm used to the sea, so I would have to adapt," he offered the greyscale male. It wasn't exactly a lie, but neither was it the truth too. "My name's Leviticus, but everyone calls me Levi. What's yours?" He'd be damned if he gave the stranger the name Tonravik bestowed upon him.

Once again, no one must know.