Dawnlark Plains Stop, what the hell are you talking about?

The snort that left him was amused, understanding her question where Kigipigak did not, though he attempted to belay whatever concerns the male had with a nod, though he could not help the irritable thought that had Kigipigak not been running about everywhere except where he should have been, he would have known the faeries she spoke of. An ear flicked, a physical indication of the thought he shed then, instead focusing on the one-eyed wolf before them.

No, He answered firmly. The faeries af the willows have gone. We He used the word that Kigipigak used, finding it a little more smooth than "this one and", are the wolves of the Watch. Where the ravens gather in the forest. His companion had already opened his mouth about their existence and there was no point in trying to cover it. Additonally, they did need able bodies, strong wolves that could hold their own through winter.

Her scent, now that he was focusing, carried that of others, of pack and Stjornuati wondered of her status. Who do you run with? He posed the question to her, ears twisting forward to give her his attention.