Lake Rodney tarnished

"Not exactly," Birk chuckled at the other's image of a wolf with cannibalistic tendences. "What I meant - if I eat one, then I am probably strong and cunning enough to bring one down too." Not that he counted himself in this category. The implication that he was a cannibal belonged to his conversation partner. All he had done had been... not denying and merely adding some spices to the story. 

"You think that after mettling with them they are going to welcome you with open hands?" Birk asked, because he could not... simply could not accept the fact that someone was willing to join a group that had tried to beat the shit out him in the first place. "You know what - don't answer that - none of my business anyway. What's your name, by the way?" the young wolf realized that he did not have that many acquaintances around here and getting to know at least some people from the kin would be useful.