Dragoncrest Cliffs some would sing and some would scream

Arlo narrows his eyes when she first begins to speak. While she doesn't straight out ask for the information, he knows it is something she wants. Perhaps she knows he won't give it to her without a higher power nearby to give him permission and he's thankful he doesn't have to try and work around it. He isn't even sure he'd have the proper information. While he's gone to war himself, it had been with Trigeda a few months ago and his knowledge of Drageda is limited to a degree that prevents him from even being able to open up.

She does explain the nature of her wolves and what they worship. Many of the Seageda wolves had been close to the ocean for having lived so long on the shores of their claim but they did not treat it as an entity as Akantha may be inclined. It is a monster at best, able to take the strongest lives if you weren't careful enough.

"Our Heda is our sole leader and she has a council of wolves to serve Drageda, here, as well as our clans further north. We all serve Heda," he tells her, uncertain of what she knows and what Wildfire may have told the stranger. His difficulty with outsiders leaves him confused most of the time. He can easily fall in line with the wolves of his own, as he had with Tirgatao, but the others have proven to be a challenge. "We come from harsher lands than these, both in weather and brutality of our neighbors so what is ours is ours."

Arlo's jaw tenses as he watches for a reaction. Something doesn't seem to be settling properly with the straggler but he doesn't want to cause any alarm with a neighbor clan that isn't their own. Instead, he lets himself ease some of the tension he is carrying but his head remains held high and his tail arched above his spine. Drageda is his, after all.

"Just like you, we do not want war, but before we came here it was something we've been well acquainted with," he tacks on as an afterthought.