Duck Lake fighting shadows

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To say that Jorunn had been expecting company would have been a lie. He hadn't been; though of course the consideration that he'd be the only wolf here was a bit of a ridiculous one. There were many wolves in the Teekon Wilds ...even if Jorunn hadn't explored much of them. He was contented to stay within the safe confines of Jade Fern Grove, complacent to give into Bazi's wishes and be subservient ...though the Jorunn he'd been before would have never stood for any sort of complacency. Yet, that Jorunn had been sheltered, hadn't known the true cruelties of the world and had been given a heavy and deadly dose of reality. The boy Scimitar had found had been forever changed, morphed and altered until he didn't even feel like Jorunn anymore. On more than one occasion, he'd contemplated asking Scimitar if he could change his name but had yet to bring this desire to his father's attention yet simply because Jorunn didn't have a back up name. He'd always been Jorunn — or some sort of variation of it — and choosing a new name was a big thing; crucial since it had to fit who he was now. Because he had no ideas he simply continued to go by Jorunn, though he kept trying to speculate one that he liked occasionally.

His thoughts had been interrupted when he heard the heavy approach of footfalls, having missed her peeking up at him through the reeds (he probably wouldn't have seen it even if he was paying attention given he was not really near the lake yet, anyway). He wasn't startled per say, but his hackles bristled as his head snapped in her direction, discerning her darkened form from the other bland greyscale features around them. Jorunn inhaled her scent, black leathery nostrils flaring as he studied it, recognizing it as familiar, and the scent of Jade Fern Grove. He relaxed, the coarse guard hairs smoothing back against his nape. “Hey...uh,” He fumbled for a moment, trying to recall a name but the truth was he didn't know it. She recognized him well enough, though, which caused a slight rise of humility within him, though she did not address him by name. “Hey,” Jorunn repeated, hoping she wasn't offended that he couldn't greet her by name.

A bark of a laugh left the teen's muzzle when she spoke about being worried about a problem on her paws, and shot her a mischievous, impish smirk reminiscent of his late (biological) father. “What makes you think I won't be a problem?” He teased her coyly. “Exploring,” Jorunn responded to her inquiry with a casual rise and fall of his shoulders. “What are you doing out here so late?” He returned the question.