Lost Creek Hollow forfeited

He takes his time in sizing up the target, although now that he's been found out the wolf has stopped being such a thing and, in fact, doesn't have a single pleasing aspect about them. They're distorted. Perhaps they were born a runt — or they've been put through some form of torture, leaving a build up of scar tissue. Either way they are an ugly thing that Tulimaq doesn't have the heart to stare at for long. They seem healthy enough for a lone wolf.

Just as he's watching and studying the stranger, they are doing the same to him. He cannot read their expression beyond nervous fear, which may have boosted his brother's ego but does little to nothing for young Tulimaq. They speak—if you could call the sad excuse for a voice speech—and the wanderer introduces himself with a slight lift of his head.

Tulimaq. He does not have a true name yet—this is his mission, to go across the land and quest, and return to his people as a new and powerful creature. He thinks of this as he speaks, licking his lips after thoughtfully, and adds—Where are your people going?