Raven's Watch illuktuk

Something felt amiss. For days, Kigipigak had been gone, without a word to any other than his sister and then suddenly he returned with another wolf in tow who had intentions to join their collective. This, most of all, stood out to the man; Stormhaven and Tartok alike had always been careful with who they spoke to about their pack, their way of life, and yet it seemed like Kigipigak had not kept to that creed, at least not with the dainty and feminine Chanel.
 
It was this that he sought the man out over, this that he intended to curb, and so followed the scent of the male now as it wound its way through the Watch. Curiously enough, there was a point where his sister’s trail overlapped with the Tatrok’s and now more than ever, Stjornuati found himself intrigued.  Whatever intrigue there was, however, quickly gave way to anger and offense when he came near enough to catch their words.

Talk of not only of the Watch to outsiders but of children leaving their territory to go to some forest, of arrangements and finding women, of how Valmua’s brothers (plural, so he assumed she meant both himself and Solpallur) had no intentions to care for their own children. Recruiting. Kukutux Simmik Chanel Tartok. There was so much information he heard, standing still among the shadows where he could see and not yet be seen, that he did not yet know how to process it.
 
An icy flame burned cold within his heart, a muscle that raced alongside his thoughts now, spurning him to move forward and reveal himself. Not one to hide or cower from that which rose as an obstacle, the star-eater did just that, though with much less finesse than might be expected.
 
Lunging from the shadows, teeth snapping, a snarl borne deep, deep within his chest. This was no prelude to play, but an announcement, both of himself and of the knowledge that he had gleaned from their exchange. They had mere moments to explain themselves.