Nova Peak the bloodied hatchet

"Um," hummed Prophet when the bearish woman proclaimed that she was warm, "okay, sure." Whatever that meant. Maybe "cool" wasn't a trendy word anymore either. The ad Aquilonem could freely admit he wasn't completely up on his slang and might've missed the transition from "cool" to "warm", but assumed it meant approximately the same thing. Sangilak hadn't answered his question, but she was speaking now, which piqued his interest enough to keep him from departing just yet.

She asked about the lands and he shrugged unhelpfully. "Not much, haven't been here long. There's a pack somewhere that way," and he flung his muzzle vaguely to the east, "but I haven't discovered its territory yet." Shifting his paws in a half-hearted attempt to get more comfortable while still remaining vigilant (a difficult thing to achieve), he met the bear-wolf's gaze again and asked, "why do you want to know of it?" If his suspicions were right, it was for the same reason he wanted to know of it.