Blacktail Deer Plateau infinite earth

It was different here; while in Diaspora he had been fed whenever he wanted it, or could go out for a training pass with an adult and be rewarded that way. Here there was less difficulty with the terrain (which wasn't very satisfying, leading him to bitterness), but also less food overall (strengthening that same bitterness). The caches never held much, and Tuvak didn't know if it was because the pack itself was weak or what, he did not think too hard on the subject. It wasn't Diaspora — that fact alone made him doubt the capabilities of the strangers who lurked around him. Whether it was a justifiable thought or not, his prejudice was growing with every passing day. He wanted to go home; but what the hell did that mean now?

Tuvak! Called a voice — the stranger's voice blurred in his ears, and he moved to look towards the oncoming bulk of the wolf. It took a moment or two before he recognized them as the man from before -- the northerner. Tuvak's interest flared for a moment, but as he was a teenager, he was also innately resistant.

He stepped towards the man stiffly, trying to be nonchalant without making himself diminutive; it wasn't normal for him to be subservient in his behavior and so he wasn't in this moment either. Regardless of Aningan's rank or posture, Tuvak couldn't help but raise his tail a bit and watch the man carefully. 

Aningan, he muttered — his tone made it sound like a greeting, or maybe a warning. He didn't know anyone else in this place yet and was nervous of them all.