No longer was Kjors Sørenson the newest member of the Hearthwood River pack. A curiosity, he had to admit, though he was well aware that such a title would not last forever. It came with some measure of relief – all eyes would be on this novel wolf, no longer scrutinizing every time the one-eyed wonder came and went through common grounds. Of course, this did not mean the dragon could become otiose – he had goals, ambition, drive. A wolf could not be satisfied simply resting in the middle of the hierarchy when he had the opportunity to be so much more.

As such, the male was drifting through the center of the pack's territory when he picked up on the unfamiliar scent. Aware this was the newcomer, he quickly diverted his attention – meeting with Kisla could wait. The queen always had her paws full with her two youngest princesses. They were old enough to begin wandering, and he could only imagine puppies would try to disperse in two different directions at the same time. The lord hardly seemed present, though the swarthy male would reserve his judgment until a proper conversation could be held. There may be reasons he yet to understand, as was often the case with his own behavior.

But Maksim was far from mind as he discovered the newcomer at Hearthwood's cache. Ears flattened against his head as his flag hiked up, announcing his presence with a short bark. He could not tell what the younger wolf was doing from behind, only that the cache had been unearthed and the youth towering over it as he stared pensively downwards.

"What'ya think yer doin', kid?"

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Ah, caught with his paw in the cache…quite literally. The dragon allowed a feral smirk to curl around his grizzled maw as the youth spun around with puppy-like innocence in his eyes. Fortunately, the youth had the good sense to quickly acquiesce to his superior, and for that he was rewarded a point of respect. His answer was quick, and to the point, and despite the fact that the yearling was clearly startled, he did not have a shake in his voice. All very curious.

"Mhm," Kjors purred, slithering closer to the cache in question. He brushed by the newest recruit, not sparing him much of a second glance as he peered into Hearthwood River's communal hoard – much more impressive than his own stash, he had to admit. True to the subordinate's word, it seemed he had added the fresh rabbit, obvious compared to the other meals stored aware.

Satisfied, he took a step back and allowed the other wolf his space. Tipping his head to one side, he gave a short nod. "Naw. S'th' righ' cache, kid. Loomin' like tha', y'look more th' thief than th' dutiful hunter. Jes' somethin' t' keep in mind," he replied easily, the only apology issued in the form of not harassing his new pack member any further. After a moment, he sat upon the wet earth, encouraging the other wolf to relax. Now that they'd met, he might as well take the opportunity to meet him. "Y'ought t' cover tha' up before it gets too wet, yeah? Don' wanna be responsible fer spoilin' all tha'. 'm name is Kjors, by th' way. Y'are…?"

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