ultralife

The stranger was a hard man to read from initial glance, though truthfully he’d never been terribly perceptive in that way. Most wolves he’d met here seemed to think too much and worry even more - two things he didn’t do very often. The stranger before him seemed pleasant enough, but vaguely uncomfortable in a way he couldn’t place.

Áki watched as Satchel looked away for a moment before his gaze returned to him. ”Well,” the brute started, clearing his throat, ”This place is little different than the rest of them. It simply has more rocks,” he offered in his heavy accent, grinning broadly as his gaze swept over their surroundings again. ”I’ve heard this land is called Boreas, though I’m not sure what they call this particular area.” Names weren’t all that important to him, though they could make discussing things easier.

And this handsome man’s name was Satchel. ”It’s a pleasure,” his grin softened a bit, his attention once again shifting, to the west this time. In the distance he could see the tall peaks of Fenrir’s Maw, and to the east he knew the ocean lay. He hadn’t yet decided where his paws would take him next but he wondered if meeting this man had perhaps changed his course of action; it was too soon to tell though. ”What’s on the agenda today then, Satchel?” He asked after a moment, genuinely curious.