Whitefish River They're not sure just what we have in store

A woman approached, large and very obviously pregnant. Tuvaq stood up a little straighter, trying to project any aura that said "I absolutely did not get down with a vampire the other day. Twice, and once with a woman." He had the feeling that might not go over well, because these wolves seemed more... traditional. At least in Tuvaq's eyes. 

"Tuvaq Anneriwok." The blond boy dipped his head with a smile, looking up at the dark woman. He wasn't sure if he should talk, but he did regardless, as per the norm. "I would also like to see the river where Acheron is from. And meet some Kaistleoki wolves. From what I understand, you are nice and your home is beautiful." It was, too, lush and green. "You won't have to worry about any trouble from me, ma'am." And she wouldn't, either - Tuvaq would be on his very best behavior here.