"One more thing, my name is Aeske," the Wolf God looked at Muria, having the divine intuition that there was some issue with the name Samoyed.
"I understand, Samoyed," Muria nodded.
"My name is Aeske, not Samoyed."
"Didn't you say it didn't matter what I call you?" Muria retorted, "So I can call you Samoyed if I please."
"What do you plan to do next?" The Wolf God asked, no longer discussing the matter of his name, "Do you still intend to conquer the Frost Giant Tribe?"
"Of course, I have a comprehensive plan, this is just the first step. Simply having one Frost Giant Tribe isn't enough, I need more Frost Giants," Muria's eyes gleamed with golden light, the light of ambition.
"In that case, I suggest trying a tribe west of here, identified by the totem of the Cold Crow. A companion there already awaits your arrival, and with their aid, you will conquer the Cold Crow Tribe much more easily than the Frost Wolf tribe."
"Is that so?" Muria was somewhat skeptical.