Hoshor Plains keep knocking, nobody's home

Her posturing spoke of dominance as she was quick to correct him. Did she still live here? But she was going by a different name now... He made a mental note as to the name change and listened as she further explained that she was no longer with the Dothraki. They were now gone. If any wolf would know, it was her. He didn't how she'd related to those wolves within their ranks, but he knew she was once one of them. Not anymore.

The wind shifted. He scented it, noticing the perfumes she now wore upon her skin. FitzDutiful. A good friend of his and one Kero had warned in the past about the wolves of these plains. Kero's paws shifted. He wasn't so sure whether or not it was a good thing she'd found that pack. FitzDutiful was ever a trusting wolf, perhaps too much so. Hopefully he was being careful with this one.

Or maybe he was just teaching her the common tongue. Her dialect was better. It seemed as though now they could have something of a conversation as opposed to their pantomime of before. Kerosene visibly relaxed. He noted her continued dominance, but did not go out of his way to express that worthy of his own rank. He never did. Not outside of pack lands. Out here he was just another face in the vast number of lone wolves who'd do best to find a pack before the winter set in.

She spoke again, this time on her continued education. Iqniq nodded as he wasn't quite sure what to say. Silence had served them well in the past. It might serve them well now too. He didn't know. He'd wanted answers about this place and he had them. The rest? Zhavvi, no, Zaria's presence was something of a surprise. He had no idea why, but there was something about her being here that rattled him.

"You found Silvertip," he spoke eventually. "How are you liking your mountain home?"