Sawtooth Spire call me he of the two faces

his mouth was just about to split into a greeting smile when the other spoke, his voice tinged with a note of hostility. aditya then kept his face blandly neutral. such bravado from a young man! he had noticed that the northern wolves puffed themselves up more than necessary; whether it was from a constant struggle to survive in the cold or simply a cultural thing, he hadn't decided yet.

"my apologies if i've offended," adi responded finally, dipping his head in a concilliatory manner. "where i come from, shelter is shared without question, especially on neutral ground. but i should have asked."

he wasn't about to let the dark red boy have this victory, though; not with the blizzard raging outside. he took a couple steps back and hung at the mouth of the cavern, close to one of its walls.

"typically it's civil to answer questions asked," he said with a wry smile. "but i understand if it's something you can't tell me."