Stranger to see you again

Dómari moved back to the skull again, working his jaws over the eyes as he listened. He may as well tan the hide while the weather was nice. He crunched and chewed as he listened to Eraithus speak, hoping the other man wouldn't think him rude for continuing to work while they conversed. He'd always been a fidgeter. Holding still was nearly impossible and in fact he often listened better when he had something to occupy his paws. Dómari broke into the skull and with some more work exposed the brain. "That's a good point. I don't know many of the packs except for mine. Oh, and Lirim! They're our allies so they're probably pretty nice. I've never met anyone from Ashen though."

Oh shoot! He went out of order. He needed to finish scrapping the gunk off the hide before smearing on the brain. Dómari moved over to the shoulder and started ripping through the meat, digging down in toward the shoulder blade which he could then craft into a scraper. It beat licking a hide this size to death. His tongue worked fine on rabbits but this was simply too big. "Oh, feathers sound nice! I don't think I've ever seen that here." It was interesting how different cultures could be.

He kept working through the shoulder as he listened, trying to process what Eraithus was telling him. It wasn't something he ever really thought of but that wasn't surprising since there was really only one wolf he'd really had a crush on. That said he knew of pack leaders that had multiple mates though rarely of mixed genders. "I've heard of such practices but I'll be honest I don't know if there are any packs here that practice them. I only know of my own and well…" He shrugged. "The only mated wolves we had was just a man and woman pair. I don't think anyone else is married as far as I know. Maybe you could start your own pack or band?"