Ares was no fool. He realised that making his way to the large wolf tribe would take some time, and knowing him, there would be a ton of issues.
However, as he found himself and his pair of companions, or rather tribe members since Lana could take that the wrong way, surrounded by hundreds of wolf folk that were half nude and dancing around them.
Jorgan had poured him his drink, and he had returned the favour, as well as pouring Lana hers too. He dunked it down and then looked around at the tribe. Jorgan was a relative of the chief, but apparently the wolf chief's grandparents held Jorgan's in great regard.
The chief was a woman in her thirties, and was drinking copious amounts of alcohol with them. She was quite short, probably about a foot shorter than he was, and she was quite thin too. Though her hair, which was long and pure white, went down to her waist, and was let to sway freely. "Cha! So what's this about you trying to conquer the mountain then?" She asked.
