Moonspear Clawing my way back to life

Her question drew an incline of his muzzle, if only slightly. It is, he confirmed, his tone a quiet rumble as his eyes traced over the depth of her ebony fur. 

Given the woman before him claimed to know Sialuk, he found little need to question her further on what it was she could offer their home—he was adapting to the culture and ways of the wolves nestled in these mountains and he felt a curled smile trace the corner of his lips. The starwoman will likely come as quick as she is able—but her duties are many. And so, for now, he would keep her company. 

I’m Argent Sandraudiga. He gave a pause, his form relaxing slightly in the moment of simple conversation. Archer seems a strong name. Can I ask where you’re from?