Blackfoot Forest Where's your kingdom? What's the matter?

much to stigmata's surprise, the solitary male had a rather forthcoming nature, leading the mountaineer to believe that this information didn't come free. there was almost no chance he could ever simply be supplied with something and not be expected to reciprocate in any way. but he wouldn't be anywhere without the barter and trade system himself, so stigmata found it easy to entertain the white-breasted wolf for now.

he was almost overly familiar with this valley, so nothing described to the ironwraith was some profound discovery - but as predicted, his company expected information in return; fortunately, he chose a subject stigmata was particularly fond of. "not interested in this valley, you say?" he returned coolly, a king's mischievous glint in his dull eyes. "it just so happens that i did not come here looking for prey."

stigmata's lank posture had made a gradual change, and now he stood with skull perched high and ears pitched forward. his tail had pridefully risen - swinging in the wind like a banner - and he looked glad to tell the stranger of his pack. "we are the displaced and restless of our kind. a band of wolves capable of surviving individually, come together to form the  diaspora," he paused on their given name, checking fiery eyes for even remote signs of interest.

"our claim spans the mountains, though we are able to only mark and defend a single territory at a time, given our numbers - it is all ours just the same." fledgling packs in the sunspires: beware.