Stone Circle Emerald Paradise

The wolf in front of him was obviously uncomfortable - Birk's outward expression did not change much, but inwarldy he was gloating. Power was a wonderful thing to feel, especially, when you could see, how others reacted to it. Had the two met as lone wolves, the northerner would have played more curious see, where it would lead. Since they were on the same side of the battle-front and if he acted like a jerk too long, leaders of the Easthollow would frown at him. And that would not be a good start, if one's aim was to reside at the top of the hierarchy one day. 

"Between pretty good and average - depends on the conditions and desperation," Birk said looking briefly at the other man, as if asking "what can you say about yourself?". "I don't think we introduced ourselves - I am Birk and I joined the ranks recently," he went from power-play to the boring side of the conversation.