Blackfeather Woods from above

Yet another inky black wolf approached, and Kaertok dryly wondered if they only admitted the darkest amongst their ranks. If that was the case, they would have no use for him. There was something decidedly off about the second wolf's appearance, though Kaertok couldn't quite place it. Maybe it was just the angle, and he averted his eyes and tried not to stare too long.

My name is Kaertok. What do you seek in a recruit? he asked. If it didn't describe him at all, Kaertok would take himself elsewhere. But if it did, perhaps this place might do him well. He certainly wanted to vet this pack a bit better than he had the last one. No shaky leadership with zero foundation.