evening phase

His golden pearls had found mine, and no doubt he was curious about my movements. I had, myself, stopped to reconsider what force drew me closer to the beast, for it was something deeper than curiosity. He stooped on the fringe of the woods and I open the open plain; a quiet reflection of two different spirits.

His words, I am Fang, and you are approaching Blackfeather Woods, thrummed a steady note in my ears as they flattened backwards. So it was pack. I had already decided to affiliate myself with a different group who had gathered far north of this forest, settling briefly in a small wooded canyon as they awaited their next move. It was revealed that if I stuck with them, I would be a part of a pack of clever and sly mountain-dwellers.
My bright pools returned his gaze, and my shoulder muscles were rigid with nervous adrenaline at the quiet challenge.
I am known as Ivev, with a current tie to Tartok. There. I had spoken my title. Would this Fang feel intruded upon by that name, or would he continue to react in a calm but concise manner?