Duskfire Glacier wind and stream in the ardennes

The boy was delighted and quite talkative once he had received a response. Caracal went on to say that he didn’t believe he could pronounce the northerner’s name. Issorartuyok chuckled gently and nodded his head in understanding. It was not uncommon for children to struggle with such a moniker. It was not all that uncommon for other wolves to mispronounce it. The large male was not perturbed by this and only wished to make it easier for the boy to address him.

You may call me Tatkret, if it is easier, the man stated, a small nod dipped his head toward the ground.

Meerkat was apologizing for going without him, traveling to the caldera when they had been intended to go together. Issorartuyok glanced toward her but did not say anything. His mind mulled over the information she offered, that she had ventured out because she’d needed to get away, she had wanted to search for two missing members of their village.

You do not need to apologize, scout Meerkat, he said with a small grunt, eyes shifting toward the boy instead of the young woman he had grown to know. I do not believe they have returned.

Then, I hope this one did not… offend you, to make you wish to leave. Issorartuyok shifted upon his large paws and then drew his head up proudly, flustered with the chattering of emotions.