Swiftcurrent Creek I ain't happy; I'm feeling glad.

"Mine", had claimed the amethyst eyed brute, and Bane smiled coyly for a second. He hadn't connected the dots up to that moment, but now it all made sense. Not unlike Bane himself, this guy had the same thing in mind for the boy, only he was saving the good part for later... Bane chuckled, seeing things his way.

"Alright, big guy... He's all yours," agreed the arctic beast, raising his head as he decided that the little meat this scrawny wolf could offer was not worth the struggle. There were easier ways to get food, but sadly it often involved more than one wolf for it to work. Pale eyes stare for a bit longer, evaluating his company with cold, judging eyes. "Perhaps it'll be easier to keep him safe if you take him off the open fields," he suggested, pointing at the mountains where there was bound to be actual shelter. "Winter is coming," he added as if suggesting that he'd brought it down south with him.