It's Super Spooky-Wooky!

Drakan had been poking around the volcano for the past couple days, trailing along the borders and making certain that everything was still in order on the pack's borders. Aside from a couple of fallen trees that didn't survive the winter, nothing seemed to be amiss. He would be back to clear those logs later, but the call of a fellow packmate got his attention. Steady paws carried him across the rocky terrain to the howl's origination. On arrival, Drakan was met with a sight he had never seen before- a wolf with the most oddball coloration. It was so unnatural, he thought. He had only ever seen coloration like that on a tropical bird, yet... Here stood this wolf. Living and breathing.

Drakan caught glimpse of the candle light that danced about on the walls of the cave behind the odd male. His brows furrowed as he questioningly stared at it. He had seen fire before when Grom would create it to brand the soldiers, but never in this calming manner. "I have not met you before... I am Drakan." His deep voice echoed into the surrounding terrain. "What are you doing in there?" Drakan nodded off in the direction of the cave behind him, obviously curious of what was going on. Without having any true influence of religion throughout his life, Drakan wasn't entirely sure what to think about the Ruina culture. Did they worship gods or did they have some other spiritual purpose? Drakan's warm-toned gaze fell upon the form of the uniquely colored male, scanning for some sort of truth to all of this religious chatter.

"Speech." Thoughts.