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Ysmir was a quiet wolf, he didn’t expect most of the pack to go out of their way to know him. He couldn’t even tell them about himself if he tried. There were a select few who could truly interpret his odd half gesture part body language form of communication. His companions were probably the best at this point, and he often deferred to them to relaying what he wished to say. His little arctic fox had already raced ahead of him though. At least she was enjoying the cold weather and snow, her fluffy white coat remained intact much longer than it normally might.

The young gyrfalcon he trained was also trained, but maybe not quite as well versed in the common tongue. She was almost as difficult to understand as her master if you were relying purely on speaking with one another. The trio worked because they were all experts at reading the other two. Ysmir’s ears did indeed work, however and when the pale raptor’s cry reached him he reacted. Listing his head dual toned eyes came to rest on Asvor as she grabbed his attention and made her approach.

Ysmir stood at attention but lowered his head in reverence to his elder and superior. Ysmir lifted his head and nodded, showing she was indeed correct in assuming his name. The young boy offered a polite grin in greeting before lowering his head again. He didn’t want to get in her way, so awaited any instruction she might have for him.