Thunder Dome three wise men

Still on the subject of instinct, in some ways Noctura found it a relief that this pair were in such good shape, great and imposing creatures like himself. This put them on a fairly even footing physically, and (despite both other males being preoccupied with rank) had the ironic effect of putting Noctura slightly at ease. Because if something happened, something to trigger his instinctive violence, he could have some confidence that both males would be able to hold their own.

For his main concern had been that something might go wrong in the presence of one built more like Asterr. For instance, if some littler wolf challenged Noctura for a scrap of meat, he'd probably snap their neck outright, and chow down madly on some of the corpse's own bloody flesh. If that happened, and the littler wolf was a packmate, what then? Further fighting? Exile? More death?

But there was no little wolf here. And what was more, their conversation was currently not a physical one. This was a good sign.

He gave a brief, firm nod. Good to meet you both. Jolon and Frostrar. Rich, masculine names that suited each. Noctura got the impression that the youngest of the trio was perhaps the least talkative but still wanted to be involved in the conversation, so Noctura looked the more friendly Jolon as their designated chatter. Still, he addressed them both. Ryūjin already looks to be growing strong. Do you know our competition? I've sensed a fair few packs in this region, as I'm certain you have too. Perhaps they knew the names of said packs. Or perhaps they even hailed from them.