Swiftcurrent Creek waldmärchen

The reasoning was sound enough – if not unfortunate for the wolf before him. He gave a small nod, though his eyes drifted lazily over the dark wolf before him. “We value loyalty here. We seek to be a familial unit. We have room for you if that is something you feel you will contribute to.” One ear flickered as his thoughts continued. “I’m Constantine.”
 
“Herr,” he repeated, his tongue pressing to the roof of his mouth in quiet consideration. “What does that mean?” He was familiar with a few languages – but this was one he had never heard before, nor was the accent familiar to him.
 
Giving a nod to the direction of the creek lands, the chocolate wolf initiated the pace for a walk, his stocky form looking to brush against Mahler’s in pack companionship – leaving his scent upon him so the others would not question him.