Totoka River right down the line

Still open to one other for the duration of this thread. ^__^

Kaertok had always preferred to travel in silence, but there was something to be said about multitasking. What he wasn't keen on was small talk, something which his new(ish) leader seemed to impart on him today. There were dozens of conversation starters she could have gone with, and Rosalyn chose something that he both cared about and actively avoided talking about: his relationship with Raleska. Truth be told, he wasn't even sure what kind of a relationship it was. Whenever they met, it seemed to be a tumultuous time. And yet, here he was again, putting his loyalty into whatever Raleska wished of him because... well, his mother had more or less told him that was what he should do.

But the question Rosalyn asked was something he could answer in the straight-forward way that he always did. For now, at least, he was off the hook.

Correct, he said.

He was not the sort of wolf to offer more than was asked of him. Why waste his breath only to get himself into more trouble? As a Tartok, he was perhaps a bit more "intellectual" as they might say. "Less instinctual," Tonravik had called it. He kept many thoughts to himself because it was the Tartok way. Age taught him that was the smarter move. He wondered if most of his relatives did as much thinking as he did, but he had never bothered to ask. It didn't seem important and, once again, it felt like something he needn't waste his breath on.