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He is brusque almost to the point of rudeness, but Llewellyn prefers it over the more chatty specimens these lands had to offer. This interaction will be over and done with, he suspects, before he tires of it completely. He nods, filing the information away. Tsiokwaris is just as foreign a name as his own around here; but Mynydd lay south, not north. Still, they shared a bond of the other, at least.

"Are you headed anywhere in particular, or just passing through?" Llewellyn asks, glancing around at the trees. It's not a bad place to spend the winter, but it is uninhabited for now. Even a big, strong wolf like this man is at a disadvantage being alone when the first snow falls. Perhaps he can be convinced to stay and fight under a different banner. . .