Shadowwyn Moor life eternal

The strange man did not seem to mind his clumsiness with words, nor did he move to chase Kenai away. So then why did his stomach swoop as though he himself were a stranded caribou? 

Taking a few brave steps, he regarded the wolf cautiously and shook the water from his pelt. "Kenai," he offered, wishing to know who this man was too though he could not find the words to ask. If only his mother were here; she would have known all the right things to say!

His attention was swept up with what the dark man said next. The sun clan - a roving clan? - hunted the caribou here, adding context to the bloodscent that clung to his shadowed pelt. He nodded slowly to the question before realising the weight of the offer, and quickly shook his head. "No no, I'm just passing through," Kenai turned to go, walking a few paces before his steps halted and he looked back to the Saatsine man. "Men like you move with the herds, yeah? I think I've come across your kind before."