Bearclaw Valley noro lim, asfaloth

it was not long before a wolf of this place drew near, a reddish creature who spoke in feminine tones. garait brought up his broad head and regarded her curiously. the phenomenon of women as leaders was something the gaul still did not understand. however, he evinced none of this.  "i am triva."
he did not seek a home; the brennus straightened and offered her a glimpse of his stature, for he did seek a wife, and what better manner than to glean the tastes of these foreign women than present himself as a husband? yet he was here upon business, and thus relaxed. "if you ... your wolves ... need work. need to give job," he corrected himself, stumbling a bit in his efforts, thick accent audible, "triva will do it."