Sawtooth Spire rhythm of devotion

Either the white wolf had bored him to tears or the stranger had finally realized that Kaertok wasn't biting on what he was handing out. The young wolf made no move to follow as the dark beast slipped away. Kaertok planned on bumming around his old home for a few days before moving on. He was not sentimental in the least, though he was curious about his roots.