Blackwater Islands Who am I?

So sorry for the wait!

Acolyte - a term the boy has never heard before, but then again, he has amnesia. He knows nothing. His brow furrows and he frowns deeply, debating the male's words. Then, he was given a name - or, was it a title? "The Speaker". It had a cool ring to it, he supposed, but it just made him more and more curious about the island and it's inhabitants. And how was he supposed to tell anyone their secrets, if he couldn't talk? The boy just snorted softly, nostrils flaring. Their secrets would be safe with him.

The Speaker's cold nature did little to warm the boy towards these druids, but he knew he had nowhere else to go. As the other wolf finished speaking, the boy pondered - what was he meant to do here? Did he have any tasks? He gave a low whine, then lifted his paw to gesture to himself, tilting his head.