Stone Circle Best I ever had

A happy and rather satisfied expression crossed the spindle's face as Steady spoke more, betraying his pleasure in the form of tone rather than actions. His way of speach was far more formal than Itch had ever imagined a wolf to speak, foreign to the receptors of the yearling. "Where do you come from," she repeated curiously, jaws flopping as she tried to imitate the high vocals of the alpha, promptly failing as she returned to her usual twang.

"Sorry 'bout that," she grinned, averting her gaze apologetically as she moved on to answer his query. "I come from a clan not a few days' walk from these 'ere grounds. Near enough to scuffle with the occasional Tortuga sprog. Ah, but we never clashed for long." With a ruffled shake of her pelt, she chatted on fondly. "Called Ancencusa."

If your crew would have room for a spindle like me, perhaps I could tell ya more!" So engrossed in introducing herself and her former alliance, it took a few moments before Itch could quell her polite excitement and turn to question the undoubtedly waiting alpha before her. "So, dear Steady. How'd ya come about being leader of this 'ere band?"