Phoenix Maplewood locked in your own home

The names did not ring a bell, but then again, Kaertok hadn't been looking for bells in the first place. And this creature, wolffish as he may be, had something strange about his face that he was far more sidetracked by. His mention of being home on the trail was no stranger to Kaertok. He himself was a scout by trade, and having another among them wasn't a bad idea. Legion could always use more bodies to look at the world around them.

No nose? Kaertok asked. What do you mean by that? Even though Dakota's face was ugly, he did have a nose. It was short and strange, but it was there.