Blacktail Deer Plateau Life Always Ends In Death

Valtýr shifted wearily when the lone man noticed him glowering from afar. He wasn't sure what do do without the pack's adults leading the charge. Instinct demanded that he did not engage the wolf physically, for he would undoubtedly be laughed at, but he knew he couldn't simply leave the scene and let this stranger casually recline by their borders as he wished. Was he supposed to converse? Chase him away? The teen's spirit was heavy with mistrust, over-sized ears flattening uncertainty while he maintained a stalemate with the outsider.

However, when the foreigner spoke Val couldn't help but flinch. He introduced himself as Adimar with an inviting tone, asking for the adolescent's name in return. Yet the firefoot was too cautious to answer. Some members of the Plateau had a difficult time helping Valtýr, the shrinking violet, open up... so there was nary a chance that this wolf would receive an answer.

Lucky for the juvenile, his mentor, Pura, managed to stumble upon the scene. He sidled up next to stiff-legged boy without a lick of hesitation and instantly evaluated the man as an enemy. Valtýr's breath (that he had been holding up until now) hissed between his teeth as he deflated with relief. Pura would know what to do. The boy inched closer to the mottled titan, ears orbiting to glean his posture, before his own lips curled -- mimicing Pura -- to show his teeth for probably the first time in his life.