Moonspear Teachings

The youth had been so caught up, so engrossed in dissecting the scents spread before him and casting his own, that he didn't notice the arrival of his wise Aunt Hydra, until she settled beside him. Wide eyed, he flinched, momentarily startled by her sudden appearance. That was his own fault for being so absorbed. Saviguk had an intense streak and often embedded himself deeply into what it was he was doing, or learning. Sometimes too much so. A good guardian had to be aware of all, not just the one. A lesson he had yet to learn.

Quickly recovering from the little jolt of surprise, his tail slipped into a slow wag, a small smile coming over his maturing mug. "Atchaga." He murmured softly in his mother’s native tongue. "I found...some things. Mostly the smell of other wolves...but some I don't recognize. Four, I think." He referred mainly to Leta, Charles, Bronco and Meerkat, the later of the two who had been welcomed into their ranks. "Seems Osris is around them a lot, too." He commented, trying to place the pieces together.