Porcupine Ridge provisions

Wasos. He wasn't sure what that meant, but took it with her nod as an affirmation that it was a home she sought. There was little other reason for a lone wolf to be at his borders, willing to submit. "Hm," he hummed again with a small smile. Her name was foreign, eloquent, but not too difficult for his tongue at least. "So where'd you come from, Khetiquet? You can relax," he encouraged, for she had yet to fully unfold herself from her humble posture, and though he demanded respect of his wolves and those at his borders, it was not his custom to be too severe or intense.

His muzzle reached forward slightly as he drew in her scent; nothing particularly noteworthy upon her coat. It was a welcome thing, after dealing with the gray male who reeked of smoke.