Hoshor Plains clown incoming

arktos harbors his reservations, especially as he witnesses the clumsy salute and toothy grin the other male offers him. a low snort leaves the wrangler. you start now, drawls arktos; scowling.

get yourself a den to rest your head and make the rounds introducing yourself. i'd start with my wife, nephele. get the lay of the land and then help fill the food caches.

with his orders issued, arktos returns to his patrol.