Horizon Ridge shadow runner

The youthful wolf offered a brief explanation, and he nodded. He was familiar with such cultures – he had lived and trained among the Tartok in his own youth, and understood the lifestyle. It was one he wished to hone in to the skills of his own pack – but not to the point of cruelty.
 
As Drogon confirmed his own talents, the shadow runner gave a gruff nod, his tail giving an idle flick. “Good,” he rumbled, his eyes sharp upon the youth. “It will be useful here, if only to train with the newcomers as we grow.”
 
With that, the ebony Regal was not willing to drill the boy further. He would learn more of Drogon as time went – or so he assumed, and if incompatible to his expectations, the boy would be ousted. Until then, benefit of the doubt was given, and tipping his muzzle to signify he had gathered what he sought from their discussion, his wolfish brows lifted. “Do you have any questions for me?”