Inca Knowledge

"We'll be kings and queens in this dream,"

The newly ranked summer child would be wandering among the borders, patrolling for any sign of threat, as he had learned of the laws of the pack quickly after joining. The mocha man's paws would skim the ice as he threaded the land, getting used to the cold ground beneath his paws. He was actually beginning to like the cold. It intrigued him, and so did the frosty breath from his own maw. He had begun to learn the names and uses of herbs, as well as how to hunt in the frosty climate in Tortugan territory, and how to fight opponents. He would smile as he marked the boundary, just to strength the markers. Trespassers were not welcomed in Tortuga, but wolves seeking to join, like he had, would wait upon the border for a wolf to arrive and tend to their needs. Any trespasser was to be chased out of the lands. Honey gaze would scan the opposite side of the border for any life, and when nothing would stir, he gave a small grunt as he turned, his paws slipping and he stumbled, catching himself. A smile would grow on his inky lips as the man gave a push with his paws, sliding forth with his claws leaving ruts in the ice. "Aha! Alas, I have mastered the ice!" As he spoke, a smell would break onto his maw, causing him to buckle and stop on the ice, landing on his stomach. He recoiled from the cold before his honey gaze would settle on another Tortugan femme.

"I don't believe we have encountered each other yet, lass?" She was an European wolf from the looks of it, and likely new to the pack, as he had already met the ranks of the smaller pack of Tortuga. He gave a playful smile before he would pad towards the femme, leaving the icy surface he had just been sliding all over behind. He would sit, his banister curling about his paws as he awaited an answer from the damsel.

Walk, "Talk", 'Think'