Sun Mote Copse cannot help you now

his name sounds a bit strange coming from the tongue of a wolf who did not carry the same cadences of the tartok wolves or their stony, northern brethren. a sharp nod and grunt of approval is given before they move on in topics. the following inquiries come at savaktuk a bit rapid fire and he can't help the terse press of his lips to accompany the twitch of an ear. fighter. hunter. skills were easy enough to list. the response to the other questions, though following the order bronco asks them in, require some crafty maneuvering on savaktuk's part to avoid going over his typical two word limit.

it became quickly apparent that not all wolves enjoyed communicating through physical displays.

strength. unity. he had no patience for instability nor weakness; things that no tartok wolf would tolerate.

found you. he gestures over his shoulder in the general direction he came, towards the king elk forest and to the beyond where he first made his entry to these wilds. if he crossed paths with any wolves that knew of them, they hadn't said and he hadn't asked.