Lost Creek Hollow crows remember human faces

terance nodded, a bit of a grin on his own maw. arbiter wouldn't stand within 50ft of a wolf who wasn't capable of survival, he quipped, though quietly wondered how capable this man was. especially to his next comment -- though, terance would have to admit he wasn't the greatest hunter either. skilled, sure, as any wolf should be, but not an expert by any means. terance nodded in understanding, tail flicking. 

what are you good for, then? terance asked, though by no means accusatory. if he was anything like arbiter, he could expect a mercenary standing before him.