Mudminnow River nobody blames you

It is good to see her fire. She is suddenly livid, animated, the red of her pelt shifting like an inferno towards him as she lunges; but then she tempers herself, his question throwing her for a curve. It is good that she has fought before, but reflects poorly on this region that she, too, has not been trained properly. How could a wolf survive — no, truly live without battle? How could they exist and not test their bodies, become the very best version of themselves?

His frown deepens. Tulimaq realizes that his mission of earning a name is falling by the wayside as he takes up a more important mantle: correcting this mistake that he's unearthed.

My people are warriors. We fight for our meals, we fight for our lands, for our wives, only the strongest may breed; only the best may survive; to kill is to live, but it is not a burden. I have not... Been here, in this land, for long. Yet I've found much to be.. Lacking. He is careful with his words, slow and thoughtful and his tone becoming monotonous. He looks to her as if she has the answers but he knows she does not. She's just a victim — but he could fix that, too.

I can train you. So that you never have to go through that again. You can be powerful if you want to be.