Firestone Hot Springs lakes formed in the wolf's tracks

he watched as the man attempted to drink from the spring, half-smiling as he shook his head in obvious distaste. "not good for drinking, unfortunately," adi said, his voice rueful. he nodded as he took in the information the wolf had thrown his way. skwol. north. broken fang.

"my name is aditya," he introduced himself. "i am with a pack that lives just to the east of here." he swiveled his head and pointed with his nose as he said the last bit, for illustration--and to, perhaps, subtly warn the man of the proximity to a pack (a strong one at that) should he prove a threat.

but this skwol seemed amicable enough. aditya's standards for friendliness had lowered dramatically since he had first entered the teekon wilds. no need to be overly charming or funny--just don't be an arse for no reason and don't hurt my family.