Stone Circle clach-thalmhainn

Taktuq—a name that reminded him greatly of the stories his father would talk about when he discussed his days of Tartok. It held a certain distinction of tongue, but not one he was familiar with, despite with being fluent in a few other languages.

“My siblings are from outside Teekon,” he clarified, and with her question, it seemed she was inadvertently looking to pin down his interest in Rising Sun Valley. “I was born in Swiftcurrent Creek, though,” he finally offered, a ghost of a smile flickering across his lips. “My father and mother were both born in Teekon as well, but reside outside of it now, trying to keep a quiet reign over a small pack.”

He paused, deciding the question was worth returning. “And you?”