Raven's Watch you only understand the language of the sword

The smile and its charm was lost on the wolf of pale fur, more intent on the male's actions and presentation than the shape and truth of his smile. Still, he did as "asked", answering with a foreign sounding name; then again, foreign to Stjornuati was anything not of his homelands, so for all he was aware that sort of name was normal here. The curl of his tail was largely ignored. Displays meant nothing. This man had not earned their respect or subservience and so whatever paltry mechanisms of this land operated with meant nothing to the pair.

Where do you seek? The question, perhaps phrased oddly, was less commanding this time. His hackles began to settle out as the male had provided nothing to make them wary. Besides, if anything, it was two against one and the odds did not stack in his favor. Stjornuati, comfortable once more, offered him name in return. Stjörnuáti and Solpallur af Stormskýli. He did not indicate which name belonged to which wolf. Whether that was by design or oversight was unclear.