Bearclaw Valley if you are the dealer

the voice that lifts from the single-eyed hellhound that comes to greet jaoquin was the reaper in disguise. the snap of bones; unwelcome. the st. clair is reminded of grandfather in a small swell of nostalgia as he averts his gaze and submits, acknowledging the rank of the one eyed younger man that approached to greet him. well accustomed to respect and the proper ways of showing it as even feral beasts are. i seek a home and wolves who will appreciate my skillset as a warrior. at least the part of said skillset(s) he is willing to trust to a stranger. he is not so foolish nor so trusting as to divulge of his unique ability to both obtain and sell secrets, blackmail, etcetera.