Verdant Basin pure gold

He lifted his head slowly at the sound of approaching footfalls, eyes flicking to the bear-like form of another. He recognised the male immediately as Aklark, the male that nearly matched Silaluk in terms of size. He hadn't got to know him too well, but respected the man. His aunt had told him the violent story of how he had come into their ranks, but the fact that only Silaluk was able to best him was telling of his spirit. He suited Tartok.

At his soft bark of a greeting, Anuniaq returned one of his own, licking the falling water from his chin. He studied the grey wolf a few moments more before speaking, testing his knowledge of their language. "Unnuhatkut, Aklark," he said with a wave of his tail. A basic greeting first, to test him.