Know Your Surroundings

Zoratto did not get the name he wanted from her; it was possible that this wolf did not know at all who this pack was, but that theory quickly dissipated when a wolf emerged from the other side of the borders. He walked towards them, throwing his attention towards the female, questioning her with a familiarity that suggested they had met before. Zoratto snorted. There went his chance to bring back a slave. If she knew him, then this older male could fight for her. Perhaps they would both fight him, if the women here were as fierce as Dotharan women.

Zoratto's pale eyes turned towards the new arrival, looking at him questioningly. "Pack name?" He repeated to the wolf, knowing he would get an answer of some kind.