Blacktail Deer Plateau Take me in your army

epic late. we can wrap this one up if you want!

Valtýr's flat bronze eyes cast downward, his expression sedate as the pup mulled over the time he had spent with Pura, searching for his family. The older youth had instructed that the sooty boy required guardianship, and Val assumed that meant one wolf on the Plateau.

Lasher's gentile visage eased him somewhat. How different this male was from the mottled youth. His kind face and expression soft, especially when juxtaposed to the witch's sharper features. The lost Sveijarn could not have known his Tartokian ties to this man, who had promised fealty to the same matriarch his mother had.

The Lasher felt uncomfortable sharp on Val's tongue and so he parroted, "Taltos," to secure the name in his memory. After a few beats of indecision, the child he scuttled closer on his belly and left the bone behind. His submissive posture reached out to his superior. "I'm Valtýr," he said with a crooked frown, wiry frame straddling the ground uncomfortably.