Vayko had taken the time to learn the intricate ins and outs of the territory, just as he trusted the younger Valle was doing. It became a matter of not only what could hide ones body, but what would hide their scent as well. Scent would give you away long before fur color would. He was more than happy to give his nephew attention. He was sharp, even if there was some honing around the edges that Vayko knew he could do.
On their way, a question rang out and he tilted his head to the side. “What has your dad told you about the Estuary?” He asked, curious as to what the young pup already knew. He had expected Viorel to have told their history to him, but it seemed like he had gaps in his knowledge that Vayko would now have to fill. “We didn’t leave by choice… about a year ago, your aunts and uncles and grandma were all kidnapped by strange creatures and put in these traps that a wolf would break their teeth on!” He explained, hints of displeasure in his voice. He still hated that incident. “We had been ambushed so we couldn’t fight back… and they dropped us here. We still don’t know why, but we didn’t know how to get back home, so instead, we settled here. We claimed the Backwater as our new home, our new kingdom.”