Not to find

She was absolutely calm, unruffled, and neutral, and Lykos definitely liked that. It made a smile come easy, and the curiosity strike hard as she spoke, her voice roughened by a peculiar accent. Heil, she said, and it was quite the interesting word. It was easy enough to know what it meant - it was a greeting, of course. "Heil," he murmured, echoing her. "What is this language you speak, if you don't mind me asking? It..." How to describe his interest? "It is strong-sounding," he concluded with. He felt annoyed; that was the best he could come up with to describe the vibe he got? Hmph. Pathetic. Still, she would continue speaking, and was quite amused at her tone. It wasn't aggressive in any way, but it was almost a challenge of sorts. It was clear that she didn't approve of Ivalice, at least to him. That was... interesting. "No more than you are," he answered simply, though not hostile at all. The packlands were not home. That was, however, not exactly an appropriate thing to say in front of a stranger, let alone a stranger whom was part of a neighboring pack. He was not quite so bound to Ivalice as he perhaps should have been - or so he thought. He felt the urge to wander more, specifically to this land in between. He was the heir, true, but his heart and mind did not quite understand that yet. The tone would change from coolness to curiosity once more, as he asked a question that was rather bothering him: "Say, what is the name of your pack? I know yours borders Ivalice, but that is all I know." It was clear that it bothered him; he definitely didn't like not knowing at least the name of the bordering pack.

"Lykos"