Sun Mote Copse down, among a million same

He wondered if his efforts to form his own pack had failed because of his own lack of familiarity with this region, or just because he was alone when he began. If his siblings were here — his brothers, even his sister Ikkuma (wherever she may be now), or anyone of his Tartok ilk — it might've worked out differently. Tulimaq chose not to dwell on this line of thought. Considering possibilities was a waste of his time now that he was here among the Firebirds.

The man listened as attentively as he could, and made sure to recite her full name a few times in his head so that he'd not soon forget it. It seemed like a mouthful compared to, Tulimaq. My family call themselves Tartok. Although some of the elder wolves of his battalion had told him stories about a potential link to the Teekon Wilds, which was what initially prompted his investigation. Apparently there was some bloodline here and he was connected to it — but that wasn't so important to him, so it fell away as soon as he'd started roaming the region.

He thought of this now, but only briefly. Best to stay on topic.

The mountains in this place are formidable, he mentions next, thinking of Boartusk Heights and then the eastern range, not realizing that the mountains to the east were precisely the ones Wraen was referring to. He did not have names for many of the locations within these Wilds. It is good to meet another mountaineer. We are hardy people, and I'm sure these Firebirds will benefit from having us. A rough smile dons itself across his snout then, and he looks rather proud of himself.