Bearclaw Valley New Home

Artok heard another coming up behind, he laid ears back and turned golden gaze towards it. A small she wolf, she was even smaller than him, but older. Granted he wasn't exactly small anymore, and he would be large as he aged. He would be a brute actually.

He tilted one ear forward, keeping the other flat to his head. He fought to control his temper, and not roll his eyes at her. Of course he was hurt, it was obvious wasn't it. I mean clearly he couldn't even walk. So, the logical thing would be that he got hurt. He bit his tongue though, as hard as it was and lowered his eyes to slits. Thinking of what to say.

He spoke softly, though his voice was in a way friendly, it was also not. However, it was more aloof than mean. "I'm Adlartok Arrluk, and yea I'm injured. Some she wolf, ripped me apart with her teeth and claws, because I wasn't her son. Funny isn't it.