Sawtooth Spire Take your place among the sky

Disbanded? There is more prey all around...They boldly strut through the plains, he noticed, in those dwindling moments secluded upon Spotted Eagle Mountain. A pack would not tolerate that much sustenance running around. As always, prey would be slain and utilized. Hoshor Plain's inhabitants were absent in culling the prey that ran amok their cherished land. A land that, once, belonged to nothing but prey. Oh, how time repeats itself...
INDENTWhat made a “warrior pack,” exactly? Was it their requirements for the trade? Their aggressive aura? Kapvik did not know, quietly musing how to put thoughts into words. “We hold strength in high regard.” Was that an adequate answer? The wolverine did not think so. They were hollow but assuaging words; meant to placate any care regarding Sawtooth Spire's baleful crowd. Or was Savik subliminally entreating Kapvik to battle? He might be reading into the newbie's question too much. Then again, what pack mate would he be to bat an eye at prospective violence? “Unless you don't believe me.” A flash of fangs and antagonistic, burning eyes – would Savik rise to the challenge? I need more practice. Startin' to get rusty.