Dahozhoni Meadow guillemot

There were many words spilled, some of them foreign, and much information was given to the wandering Austere. His tail, the only sign of life upon the shade, flicked back and forth in thought. When she had finished, Vortigern seemed to reanimate, his nostrils flaring for her scent and an ear twitching as if disturbed by an invisible fly.

If I may, do all wolves in this region fall under the governance of this Pharaoh? How far did their influence spread? Would his own machinations come under the scrutiny of such a kingdom? He wondered if it would be to his advantage to join them or if simply positioning himself as an ally would be enough.