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Together, the pair of formidable wolves hoisted the generous bounty from the fish-laden beach and dragged it into a hole for preservation. Ego looked down at their work with a blank expression, trying to decide the enduring worth of such a beast. Though he understood the practice of caching meals, he had never done it himself. The perpetual loner would guard a carcass long before he ever thought to bury it.

With his muzzle still angled towards the shark, Ego's swordsilver eyes looked up as the Speaker introduced himself, before turning them back down to the cavity in the ground. I am Ego, he said dispassionately. Mere Acolyte, for now. Betrothed to the other Speaker of Blackwater. At last, he turned his nose from the cache to openly study Tulok. Proud face; two-toned eyes; irksome familiarity.

Have you lived here long? That musculature certainly didn't scream "seawolf," but he tried not to assume.