Dawn treader

Tuwawi's face began to soften as this wolf — Stranger was the moniker he had assumed — explained his heritage. The Sveijarn could relate on some level for she had never truly known her mother or blood family. Only Tuwawi's sister, Dove, was a vivid memory. Young and beautiful, the elder sister had been promised a wonderful life. However, Nature was never one for honoring the vows of a wolf.

Names, as well, had come and gone. Tuwawi had been born as Fauve Maike only to be bestowed the name Proudheart by Kindred's alpha. Following a disastrous flood the young ember had sought out Tartok's infamous leader, Siku, who offered rebirth to the abandoned urchin. With her new family came a new name... one she still carried to this day. However, this Stranger didn't appear to place much importance on what he was called... and the indifference he exuded bothered the Duskfire alpha to some extent. Perhaps her pride was too hardened, too strong, to merely accept things as they were. That was why the Sveijarn family had traveled so far. However, Tuwawi could not blame on the man. Every creature had their own nature for one reason or another.

"It's a shame," the alpha murmured with a frown as Stranger explained his origin. An apathetic mother and a nameless existence was a sad state. Truly the wolf's personality mimicked his stony exterior. Even as he listed off his strengths, a certain binary tone flattened his baritone voice. "You would not serve us," Tuwawi corrected, "I have no need for drones. What I want is an ambitious wolf. A devoted wolf. A brother. Can you be that?" Tuwawi asked as she eyed him curiously, uncertain if this rock could be polished into a gemstone.