Bonesplinter Ravine Let Dead things lie [m]

Artok prided himself on being one of the most surprising individuals. He never acted one way, or at least he didn't try too, and often he would say the most bawdy things, if not curse like there was no tomorrow, to get the gauge of someone. He was if nothing else, is very own wolf. Who made enemies quicker than he made friends.

Artok swiftly stood, despite his limp and turned to face the boy that stared at him. White and grey dancing with star light. He blinked and moved closer, no violence in his step. Well? He spoke to the youth, golden eyes glimmering.