Mudminnow River obscura

He gave a conversational nod of his head to Arbiter. Holland was not one of her people, and therefore he was a free wolf. He did not have to show fealty to her in the slightest. "I hope" but he could continue to be polite "the winter cooperates with your pack." Because nearly two years as a vagabond - he knew it was just hard to survive. 

The woman posed a question though. The russet-black man shrugged idly. "Experience" was easy enough to answer "knowledge of my craft." A forever goal, in essence. The other wolf spoke up at last, asking how many Arbiter commanded. He patiently looked between the two, wondering yet again how this would play out.