Emberwood Hearth

"Oh, you mean this?" she followed through with the question by raising her right foreleg, examining the two blue-violet bands that traversed it. She smiled fondly at the paints. "These are merely paints, Miss. I use berries to color my fur blue. These bands are a symbol of my title."

Saraphine's heart swelled a bit. Perhaps this woman would be interested in what Speaker's unique culture had to offer? As far as she knew, the Tribe of the Northern Path had been the only pack to bear a high-ranking wolf with the title of Speaker for the Dead. She wondered if this was a chance to hold true to the promise she had made to her father...

Her eyes flashed with pride and happiness that someone had noticed the colored bands. In Tribe of the Northern Path, the highest ranks being displayed with bands of color on their foreleg. Paints were part of her lifestyle, and the fact at the plausibility of an outsider being interested was absolutely thrilling. "They represent my... profession, if you will. In my home tribe, it was a rank, and a high one at that, but it was unique to them, I have yet to see another pack bear a rank of my title, unfortunately. What do other wolves call themselves? Packs, yes?"