Does anyone know what it means to be a Rivean?

Ares turned to face the voice. It was a fairly attractive wolffolk man, one of those that was waiting to face Ares for his crown. "Oh? Who do I owe the pleasure?"

"Ansa. You were familiar with my brother, Inta."

Ares nodded his head. "I was, yes. A good man."

"A great man."

"When you say brother, what kind of brother?"

"He was my wolf brother."

Ares looked to Heria who yawned and then continued to sip her soup before she caught his gaze. "Wolf brother. They fought alongside each other. Ansa was like Inta, I would have sent him along with you, but he was away."

"Ah." Ares nodded. "So, I'm a thief am I?" Ares chuckled. "What have I stolen?"

"You stole many items from the tribe. Leathers, furs, more."

Ares furrowed his brows in confusion and then he leaned back in realisation. "Ah! Yes, I did want to speak about that." He chuckled. "I have thought about a few things of how I wanted to go about mentioning this, and what systems I wished to introduce."

"Big words for a thief."