Big Salmon Lake ready to rumble

No intention to feel like she was trying to connect with what he's explained, but strangely enough, she did. The scarred beauty nodded her head and mused to the warm pelted man.

"Sounds like my uncle's old pack. The one I ran from. Maybe called BlackFeather Woods?"

She felt a tingle of sympathy for the brute, but decided to leave it at that. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who wanted sympathetic pity.

"I was a crazy loon myself, and smart assed the guy patrolling the borders of a barbarian pack, and before I knew it, he and I were looking out for each other, while being in the run from the alpha of the pack I smart assed. Nearly got killed, but totally worth it."

Yea, it was worth it. She missed her Jarl, but kept her head up. He wouldn't want her to feel weak and pathetic any longer. She had learned to push such trifles aside, because of him.

"I'm Raven. Raven Vyler. Nice to meet you, Redwood. "