[/html]Though the questioning could have been seen as a bit cold, Oak knew that it was necessary. In a perfect world, where all canines lived well with one another, he could wrap an arm around the wintry hued wolf and welcome into the fold of Vinátta. But it was unfortunate and they did not exist in such a place, and so the custom of questioning at the borders was common placed. Oak listened intently, as Couram had not hesitation in answering his question. The red male was glad to know that he had such a desired talent, and the Irish was generous with his history and his person oath.
The Risna was quiet, a trait that he claimed from his mother, while the older wolf spoke. He drew closer when Couram gathered the pouches, lupus paws moving slowly towards him as tore bay eyes watched. Couram spoke in depth about the different petals and stems, an art Oak knew nothing of. He could be lying to the unknowing Vináttan, but Oak did not distrust him at the least.
Oak gave a soft laugh at the Daenova wolf’s last words, I am sure the pack can put your talents to good use. Healers are always needed, and appreciated. He paused. The other male had much more to offer the pack then most others, Oak presumed. He was sure that Saul or Lilin would happily adorn the necklace that they all wore around the traveler’s neck. I will call for the Lilin or Saul, the leaders here. They will have the last say. With that he tipped his nose back and let out a howl, it’s tone and notes speaking to the alphas in particular.
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