Bearclaw Valley Barefoot, Blue Jeans

Adlartok tilted his ears, forward and though he was bored and didn't trust her, her might as well at least try to be pleasant. He could do that, but not be overtly pleasant. M'names Adlartok Arrluk, but most call me Ad or Tok. Artok he could hold his own end of a conversation, if it warranted it.

Artok watched her, with an amused glint in his eye. He was not a nice wolf most of the time. He was cocky, and confidant and rude. He also lied with the the best of them, if the occasion called for it. Though he tried not to, he was an honest jerk at least. He mirrored her movements laying down as well and simply waited.