Stone Circle the devil in hell’s kitchen

Wardruna watches Noma depart back to the den and wonders if she’ll stay there this time, but he does not spend long mulling it over. He turns back to the stranger, ears swiveling to the side as he moves so that the other male is on his right side — within his sight. There are few wolves he trust to his left, blind side. Surprisingly, Noma is one of them but he does not exactly want her to know that he cannot see from that eye. Not yet — though it is likely she has figured out that something is wrong. Beyond the marred flesh and blood pooled in the iris that is. The older male prattles on about turkeys — and is unsure that he knows what, exactly, a turkey is: but according to his companion they are an easy kill and fat around this time of year. He almost regrets that he’s already decided that he will not touch the kill since it seems entirely likely that this man has made it his mission to interfere on business that is not his own, much to Wardruna’s annoyance.

Wardruna is silent as the pair move, though he primarily follows the older male’s lead, but he offers a noise of agreement in his throat. He still isn’t sure Noma will eat but perhaps the lure of fresh meat will be too much for her to resist even if he’s the one to give it to her. There is a twitch of umbra ears as the older male introduces himself as Mur. “Wardruna.” The northerner speaks his name in return, getting the sense that it was what the older male had been after.