Dawnlark Plains When I look Into Your Eyes

He smirked. Adlartok Arrluk to be proper.

He was not proud of many things, but his name was an entirely different animal. It suited him, fit him and it was a strong name. It was his name.

He listened, didn't know that name, but the general area she spoke of. There used to be packs that way. The glacier he had been wounded, the river wolves, and many others. For amoment he felt really, really old. He knew most of the packs that had been here and were now gone.

Artok chocked on a laugh and shook his head. No bear gods, no one can talk to the dead, no aliens, no sunlight wolves. We have a warchief and that's pretty much eat. Our healer could probably poison a few people. I suppose you could say i am the walking dead. As I should have been dead many times over.