Mount Apikuni go among the lost

The man recognizes him as his mother's son; it would be hard not to. In appearance he is her carefully crafted palette coating his father's titan shape. It is personality where they differ, his maman charismatic and maternal while Chaudry is stoic and unpredictable — though they both have a rather intimidating presence, it is for different reasons entirely.

There is a sense of clear confidence in the other as he steps towards the giant, but Chaudry's gaze does not falter. Chaudry. Grand Gurrier. He responds to the question with his name and title, though he is unsure if 'Grand Gurrier' means much of anything to this wolf yet.

His tail lifts now, straight and still rather than his mother's over-the-head flag of pure confidence, and yet the message is the same. You come to the mountain, you join maman. He pauses, raising an eyebrow. Why?

It is the season to be suspicious. He knows from the stories of his grandmere; men are stupid. Our women expect children. The viable one's, at least. If a chance to court was what this man wanted he would not find it in Viskani, and the idea that Pala could be his goal was enough for Chaudry to nearly crack a smile of pure amusement. You do not want them. You come to work, yes?