Barrow Fields Barracuda

He commits her name to memory, and when she asks of his own, he gives her his title, as he had in every conversation here so far. "Warbone." An honorary title where he was from, and the only wolf of the Timbers in the past six generations to earn it. He was yet too proud to relinquish it, despite renouncing the faith and culture he had been born into. "Hunt with me," he bade her then in a hush, nodding away from the thick of the fields, where the puma might be lurking, and towards a distant corpse of trees that looked to provide both shelter and food. He was far from sated, and had expended a lot of energy in chasing and killing the thief, and then intimidating a young cougar. His stomach growled in agreement.

He did not expect for her to agree, but after having agreed that neither one wished to be alone, he offered her to lead him now. And they would part when the moment was right, if they did not part at this time.