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it is, arktos believes as the man repeats himself with a bit more detail, a way of asking if he could join, but he also entirely pleased with the sole purpose of joining being to hunt the bison, either. though at it's core that was what yellowstone was: glorified hunters, he also had a strong feeling of family about the wolves that made yellowstone their home.

we cull the herd of their old 'n sick, arktos admits. he wants to add the bit about family but, as it was entirely a principle it was founded on. he assesses the man a bit longer before coming to a conclusion. there's also a herd of horses that call yellowstone home. we do not hunt them. he levels the scarred man in his moss green gaze.

pull your weight, watch yellowstone's back and we'll have yours. i am arktos. i lead beside my wife, nephele. you got a name? the warbear asks, motioning with his muzzle for the man to join him inside the borders.