Retaining her bearings, Aleu's vivid cerulean eyes endured absorbed on the man. She could will a show all she desired, yet, her eyes conveyed the mystification and dread fusing within. Body rigid, Aleu still felt her stomach recoiling as her concentration sprinted. Evidently, she was in no situation to traffic by this human. Shackled, she bared no sensation of freedom. She merely had the feral blood that surged through her veins.

"I see," echoed the voice of the large man.

Striding onward, he advanced near Aleu, sufficiently close to inspect the mutt but elude interaction. Captivating in her stature, he perceived the abnormal hue of the hybrid and structure assessed to the Alaskan Huskies his people ordinarily raised. Aleu framed herself, anticipating his resulting move. Observing to the canine's foot, currently dressed, the man spun around and progressed to the cluster.

"You treated the foot?"

"Yes sir, with our finest."

"Show me again in five days," he decreed as he strode away from the dogs.

The assembly of persons proceeded to shadow him with the lone twelve year old sacrificing one final look to Aleu. She was inflexible until the vanished from vision. Only then did she perceive the other dogs begin to murmur amongst themselves as they treaded from their boxes. Virtually each canine had immobilized their gaze upon Aleu, never had one of them been entitled "special." They recognized she was part wolf, but that didn't pitch her in the ranks of Kesuk, did it?

"Oh, Wolfers, looks like you've caught an eye," Sesi's acquainted expression arose.

"What are you talking about? What does he want from me," Aleu probed, her thoughts spiraling.

"Welcome to Sangilak."

It'd been five hours since he'd previously perceived anything and progressed himself absent from the velvety dog bed. Kaltag had arisen to develop tremendously vexed as he craved answers to the situation. More than anything, he sought to discover Aleu and Yakone's situations. He remained dazed in and out variously while wandering to and fro around the room he was sealed in. Despite his minor recovery and narrow motion, his bandages had yet to come slacked.

"Damn," he muttered starkly beneath his breath.

Previously he'd continually been capable to preserve a levelheaded mind. Yet, dawning to recollections, he hadn't been a situation in this manner in scarce years. His contemplations pursued to Sevrim. Solely the doppelgänger of the wolf in his wit simmered his blood. The past was supposed to vacation behind. Life knew extraordinarily well how to show its cards and instigate to drive him to boundaries with innovative challenges.

Kaltag was cracked from his train of thought at the clank of human footsteps beyond the door. His ears perked frontward as his attention dispersed. Taking gambles, he could bolt and set on a quest to find lost friends. Unquestionably, he couldn't stay in this dwelling endlessly. As he steadied himself, fixated on the entrance, he grasped he'd reserved too extensively to make a choice.

The door scarcely opened, ample enough for a figure to squeeze through. A hasty look back and the human strode in, silently securing the door behind. Kaltag appeared thunderstruck as he saw before him just a twelve year old child. The juvenile girl was pale in appearance with dainty green eyes and shady brunette hair that fell down to the middle of her back. She wasn't outfitted as hefty as most humans outdoors, sporting only a navy sweater and jeans.

Although he was weary, Kaltag didn't sense this girl to be menacing. The sensation was offbeat subsequently to being on edge since well… everything. She knelt down to his level, balancing her physique so she didn't plummet over. The golden canine stayed put, even when presented her hand to sniff. She wasn't offended by his reaction and hadn't anticipated the dog to trust her after everything.

"I was listening and father's men had said you were from Nome. If I'm right, you're Kaltag," she pronounced smoothly and observing as the dog's ear's perked to his name. "You may not understand, but I wanted you to know that your friends are okay right now. Here, I've got something for you, boy."

The youthful girl reached into her pocket to pull out a small bag. She unfastened the bag to acquire a slice of elk meat. Presenting it to Kaltag, she gently tossed it to a side near him. The meat landed away, but he'd have to advance faintly closer to grasp it. Kaltag smelt the air lightly and while he couldn't whiff anything strange, he wasn't one to fall for possible concealed agenda tricks.

So it appeared that the dog was going to be a tad more testing than what she had initially alleged. Most of the dogs she spent time with in the community would hurdle at the chance to get a quantity of meat like that, but they'd also been raised around her. With a smile, she began to pull the remaining meat from the bag to toss it nearer to him. Without warning, the door flew open and she was clutched by the arm.

"Sakari, what do you think you're doing in here," resonated the gruff voice Kaltag had caught earlier. "You know better!"

"Let go of me," the girl shouted while jerking her arm away from the man's firm grasp.

"Get her out of here," he growled to the other individual that had been with him formerly. "I'll have a word with her father later."

With that Sakari was heaved out of the area and from what Kaltag could view taken down a short hallway before out of his sight. He jadedly glared at the human before him, a shadowy growl reverberating in his throat. The man could see that the dog was visibly better but knew not to drive boundaries with any animal. The last thing that he required was to be bit by some strange dog. With a huff, he curved around storming out of the room and slamming the door behind him. He had some explaining to do to Sakari's father.