The large paled wolf spoke with pleasantries and a bow of neck, though a silence lingered there between two pairs of yellow eyes. An unspoken tension perhaps between a falsehood of friendliness as one of their deities is mentioned and the other's eyes cast beyond Yaalk'ali to the herd. Aivar's snarling and slip from the scene is scarcely noticed. Attentiveness to the large man is pulled from the fox easily at the voice of the young woman.

Great Stag? His ears perked to hear it, as though quite impressed. Though certainly not, as he did not expect much of a Sharadoii's capability to follow them in their march. A Sharadoii wishes to march with Lanzadoii? You will be tested harder than the others. Are you prepared for this? He smiles and it is only from his years of practice that it would seem sincere. Whatever would a Lanzadoii want with the weak resolve of valley hunters? He would have asked of the man's former band but found he did not care.