Blackfoot Forest Where's your kingdom? What's the matter?

"diaspora could always use another set of teeth," stigmata replied modestly, despite the proud swishing of his tail. he found it easy to consider the stranger's offer - even knowing next to nothing about him - and more than this, he could appreciate a straightforward wolf. he never saw much sense in pretending he didn't want something either. "in time, i hope to see you become more than that."

supremely confident, he smirked, motioning for the wolf to join him as he sought to retreat to the mountains again; recruitment efforts successful. "i am called stigmata," he introduced himself at length. "do you have a name?" he asked, though more out of courtesy than genuine curiosity.

gonna go ahead and title you <3