Dragoncrest Cliffs there's a fine line between weird and beautiful and that line is covered in jellyfish

Furi didn't need any further prompting from him to continue, and once again Artaax found himself silently pleased with her. Not everyone seemed to understand his non-verbal cues. He was a wolf of few words in most company and that was his preferred way of being, so it was always appreciated when his companions allowed him to be. He watched the girl thoughtfully as she continued her explanation of the value she felt her scouting brought to the pack. It was sound enough, though he himself wasn't convinced that having a single wolf know the surrounding territories would be enough.

"Will you show me sometime?" he requested stoically. He was still oblivious to her discomfort around him and even so, social anxiety paled in importance to him when it came to their duties to the pack. If there was information to be known that would help keep the pack safe, then he would know them as well, even if it meant stepping beyond their borders.