[/html]Oak’s mindset had been focused securely on the other male, hopes that he may have a knife distracting him from the small form that tried to hunt the doe he had placed upon the ground. The male returned his greeting, causing the red wolf to give a smile. He was even happier when he saw that the other canine had a knife conveniently on his person. He nodded, That would be appreciated. replying as he gave Roland his dark toned hand and introduced himself, Oak. Nice to meet you too..
The tree-named wolf wondered if he was a fellow hunter, or if he was more of a warrior. Not being one raised wearing garb the new Vináttan could not tell the difference in gear.
He looked down at the pattering and the noises of a pup, his smile wavered and faded slightly. He hadn’t known that there were young ones among the pack, and had only been waiting for the birth of the mothers to be that lived among them. It seems we do. Oak replied, his tone quiet yet light. He did not mind the presence of little ones, but there was real work to be done and he could not help but wonder where the pup’s mother was. Shouldn’t she be watching her?
He looked back at the other male, figuring he was not much of a pupsitter either and shrugged his shoulders. They would have to do their best and fast; there was fresh meat that needed to be prepped for smoking or cooking. Is that a hunter I see? he asked the puppy in a deep voice.
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