Whitebark Stream Don't drag me along to your slaughterhouse.

She carried on toward him, but didn't seem to take notice of him. Artyom took the opportunity to observe her until she did, and he would continue to follow with his gaze should she choose not to acknowledge him at all.

Not wishing to be caught gawking as she drew near, he lifted his gaze to linger on the girl's snout, and she finally acknowledged his presence with surprise. Carefully he lowered his catch and nudged it forward with his snout, keen to present it to her.

"I wished to acquaint with new packmates," he responded as he lifted his crown again, pausing only to trace the corner of his mouth with a swift lick, "so if you would be so kind enough to accept this gift, it would bring me great joy. My name is Artyom."