Sunspire Mountains blood-waltz

He introduced himself in kind, which caused Tonravik to nod her head. "Do you seek to become a warrior?" Comes her next question, her muzzle lowering some to better look at him. There was something to him that suggested he could be. Or, could become one. It was this that piqued her interest in him now. Even as he stood, Tonravik did not mimic the action. She could not help the anticipatory ripple in her hinds that promised movement would come, should he draw too near.

His next question was met with an obtuse, "Yes." But it was clear from her tight-lipped response that this was all there was to say on that matter; he was no prospective joiner, and were that day to ever come, perhaps this would change. He need not even know that much, it mattered so little, but his candidness had earned him that one favor, little it would do him. His father knew more than he himself, but this little cub was not that man she so trusted.