Can't go back now

Hoshor Plains, eh? Those foreign wolves were the ones who'd harassed their old territory before they, as a pack, all relocated to this place. His eyes narrowed, wondering how involved this wolf was. He held no accent. He didn't appear to hold any ties to the Dothoran culture of the wolves of the plains were known for. They'd been foreigners true and true, but a small part of Iqniq was glad to hear they'd been driven out... It made his pack all the safer.

Like all wolves who came to the Spire, their history was forgotten. This wolf would get a clean slate too if and when Iqniq was ready to welcome him in. Listening as the wolf explained his history, he found it curious that the place this wolf came from had a distinct trade for tracking. "What kind of tracking?" he asked. "Wolves? Game? Anything?" His promises of loyalty and hard working were all met with nods. That would most certainly do. "How are you with hunting?"