The Heartwood They say Alexander the Great slept with 'The Iliad' beneath his pillow.

That sounded good enough to him.

Any wolf hoping to survive has to be a good hunter, so I won't go vouching for myself. I'm alive, so I can clearly hunt. He rambled a little bit, trying to push past the awkwardness of knowing a deer had slipped out of his grasp moments prior. Not a strong backing for his claim. I can fight too, if you need anyone to defend the land. Sounds like you don't need anything at this rate, though.

He didn't really know what to say, and huffed. My name is Mesa. Mesa Sandraudiga. You have room for one more? Best to come right out and ask. If he was denied, whatever... He'd move on, maybe head towards the mountains or go on to the coast, find somewhere new and make a go of it.