Shadewood Evanescence

The dark joker before him was unlike any he had ever come across so far; joyful and enthusiastic, much like a heightened version of himself. As he watched him draw closer, he let his tail buff the ground, his honeyed pools wide with interest at the charcoal spectacle standing mere pawsteps away from him.

At the sound of his shrill voice, Shink recoiled slightly, a grin beginning to plaster itself upon his muzzle. "Quite right," he spoke on a friendly tone, baffled by why this stranger was being so friendly to him. In all honesty, he didn't mind a little enthusiasm; it made a change from Arthendal's classic, calm nature. With a dismissive flick of his ear, he retained his focus to the yearling, auds listening intently to the rest of his speech.

"I'm Shink," he replied eventually, head tilted in curiosity, "Nice to meet you Dag." As the brute questioned him about the Isle, he paused for a moment, wandering inwardly if Maloce and Burke would approve. Nevertheless, he was his own free spirit and, if this joker was a possible recruit, then it wouldn't hurt to share a little knowledge. Nodding his head, he decided to stay vague. "The land we roam is rich in both prey knowledge; the wolves who reside there alongside me gain from each other as well as from nature itself. We find ourselves following in the path of a specific skill, this in turn leading to us earning our respected rank."

As he finished, his ears tuned in to catch the last of what the other said; a mysterious sentence riddled with words he didn't quite understand. With a confused cock of his head, he gazed quizzically into the blue eyes of the joker, hoping he would shed some light on what he had meant.