be of use, redeemed and wasted

Áskell returned from patrol, his shoulders stiff from an encounter with a young tiger. It was only a yearling and was swiftly diverted from the packlands when met with his saber fangs and obsidian claws. His macaque companion, Ari, trailed behind and he could not say for sure where his raven had taken off too. As he arrived back at the densite he spied an unfamiliar face and realized it must belong to a new member. Áskell was still learning of the other side of his family, the language and the culture. He did not know yet the customary greetings so he simply dipped his head in a polite bow. "Hello, my name is Ono Áskell. I assume you are new to our pack?" He knew the custom of giving his last name first at least, though it still felt a bit strange to introduce himself that way.