Whitebark Stream cerno

Made a little more comfortable by the information shared between them, Artyom turned to invite his newest recruit alongside him with a friendly sway of his ivory plume and shifted his weight to begin deeper into Whitebark territory. All seemed fine until an unexpected question made him stall, and he cleared his throat.

"Боги нетone," he assured, having never found the idea of taking multiple wives appealing. No, one she-wolf was enough to satisfy him, though he was made curious by the newcomer's question - did he seek a mate of his own? It was the natural way of young wolves, he supposed, to depart their families in search of unrelated partners to find a place of their own, to carry on their bloodline. "Just one. Her mame is Dawn," he continued, "she founded this pack, but stepped down temporarily to better focus on our pups."