Sawtooth Spire Animal instinct

Sorry if this sucks... I'd written a precious post but my laptop just decided to swallow it for some reason... :c

A smile crossed the other male's face as he watched the cougar race away. It was indeed an exciting incident, coming across a big cat; but Aariak was used to this kind of encounters, he had killed his first cougar long ago with his brothers.

The male spoke his name, which was Inuit surprisingly. The Anneriwok -or in it's fault, new wolves- usually took a while to grow into their new names; but this one was strangely comfortable using it after only a couple weeks of running with the Tartok wolves. Perhaps he had good reasons to leave his past life behind... Or maybe that had always been his name.

However, none of those would be important. His past did not matter here. With Sawtooth Spire you had no other option than a blank slate.

"I'm Aariak Tartok," the male offered, andthen with a sly smile he said "You're lucky I was around... That cat was not happy you picked his target."