Sun Mote Copse burn the world that you call civilized

A masculine figure appeared beside them, coming up to flank Tuvak, and as he turned to look sharply at it he thought they looked cut from granite. The closer they got the easier it was to differentiate their gender; aside from the swagger they possessed, their scent was different from the boy's just enough for Tuvak to figure it out. When they spoke, it was further solidified.

Her question was met with a protective step over the last puddled remains of the bird, as if to say, mine! But as he glimpsed between the two wolves, Tuvak realized he couldn't let his guard down. Pack wolves or not, he was outnumbered now. His gaze dropped to the dirt, thoughtful, perhaps even a bit submissive. Tuvak.

Whether that was a greeting in a foreign tongue or his name, he left for their determination. It didn't feel right to name his parents or mention the mountain of his birth, as they probably wouldn't care - plus his life before was so far removed from him now.