Shadewood Know your soul gotta know your wealth

“The same as we would for our own. We care for each other.” That was as much as he could offer the woman, his own mindset calling him absolutely ludacris for allowing such a danger near his family, himself, their unborn children. But if he could smother his fear, so could she. “You have the fear of someone who knows of bears and their brutality,” he began, turning from her to stand his scruff up so she could see the patchwork that began there, and trailed over his own muscled shoulders and led down his dark spine. Crisscrossing dark grey skin glinted in the winter reflection, greeting both dark wolves with their unveiled appearance. His voice came over one shoulder, murmuring to the pair as he wanted to show his voice didn’t match his body, a rugged and carelessly hostile thing that had lived through enough as it was to continue to fend. It was vocal solace, soft, yet strong. A leader, in fearful times. 

“His name is Kovertol,” he began, translating the name between wolf and bear. “And he will not take any shit, just as much as you all, as much as all of us won’t. We are respectful of each other, and that is how it will remain.” 

From there, he ventured up that step, extending a snout to the bear,
offering the scent-greet as animals of their kind typically did. His banner lay swishing a gentle rhythm, a friendly tone but without too much motion as to set off the ursine to the new company. Moving aside, he gave the pair their chance to greet the bear, and find their own peace should they choose it.