Noctisardor Bypass Why does he look like his head is only there to keep the top of his neck warm?

The Tartok wolf had a feeling that, if he stayed with Arbiter and her crew, it would be easy to work his way up and become a respectable member. Leadership had never really called to him, but he also knew that as he grew and changed, it was entirely possible his mindset would shift on that, too. He'd spent much of his life in Tartok, where he was plenty happy as an underling who followed. The times he hadn't been in Tartok were with packs who had unstable leadership, and he had chosen to leave when that was the case. This talk with Arbiter had, at least, stifled those concerns for now. She had a good head on her shoulders.

Never being much of a talker, unless he had something to say, the white bear fell back into silence, ambling along and assisting Arbiter in her patrol. It was nice to feel like he was back into a routine, although he knew that he'd be itching to stretch his legs again soon. The search for Raleska had not yet concluded, and Kaertok was still insistent on finding her.