Whitebark Stream cerno

A guard! Artyom was sold at once, maybe foolishly. With so many youngsters to feed and defend, Whitebark's peaceable wolves were in dire need of new bodies to aid in defending them. "We are a peaceful pack and mostly keep to ourselves," he smiled assuringly, glad for their many friends in the valley and beyond; he was optimistic that no harm would come to their land. Still, it was always good to have a plan in place, and that was something he hoped Germanicus might be able to assist him with.

"Our ranks consist mostly of hunters and medics," he added, "but we welcomed many cubs this year, and any assistance offered is welcome." Artyom canted a gilded lobe, uncertain of the newcomer's experience with little ones. Rearing them to fit well into the hierarchy was the responsibility of the pack entire, not just the parents. "They are young still, but many are bold. Perhaps you might consider aiding us in the training of our young in your field?"