Ankyra Sound cruise

Devin did not return his soft smile — not that Kjalarr really expected her to — but she offered him a small expression that suggested she was attempting to puzzle why he was smiling. It was gone before he could truly decipher it and Kjalarr was left to give a slight rise and fall of his broad shoulders in a shrug disguised as a casual roll — as if he were subtly stretching. She replied in a rather cheerful tone that she was down and joined him. She was small, he realized. He'd known that upon their initial meeting, of course, but he never truly realized size differences until he stood is such close proximity with another. He peered down at her in an inquisitive manner for a few seconds before he turned his gaze back the invisible path their urine scents laid out for them to patrol.

“I am glad you like it,” Kjalarr murmured thoughtfully as they moved and she responded to his questions in a good natured manner. “I have been all over these Wilds, actually,” In fact, he'd lived in several different places, as well. Five packs in total, including Saltwinter. It was kind of unnerving to realize that from his birth to his first year of life he'd experienced more than most wolves experienced in their entire lives. The Gods had their reason ...perhaps to prove if he was worthy — this was how he chose to deal with the trauma. It made it easier. Easier to remember but to let go so that the tragic events of his past did not drive him insane. Yet, Kjalarr had to accredit his own strength and resilience, as well. It was not faith alone that pushed him forward.

“So, where do you hail from? These Wilds? Or somewhere else?” Kjalarr was genuinely interested in her response. A leader should know his subordinates just as his subordinates should know him — at least this was how Kjalarr felt about it.