Flycatcher Downs the wolf shook his coat and it snowed for days

garait sensed the other's apprehension, but said nothing — what could he speak, that the pale wolf might understand? he himself had not explored how deeply he had been affected, and continued to refuse his mind its succor. the gau stretched and contemplated the syllable of the kind stranger's name. 
there was but one creature who need know garait's title, and that was venextos. their pagi was dead, and garait held no hopes of rebuilding in this odd land where wolves who did not know you gave kills from their caches. while the muscled beast was grateful, he did not understand the generosity. however, a name must be given, and after this brief contemplation, garait spoke: "triva."
for his mountains, for his mother.