King Elk Forest This is new

      And so Nico wandered, his purpose gone. He did not have a pack to serve, nor a mission to fulfil, he'd lost his comrades to death and his family, gods he didn't even know who his family were anymore, given the fact that he hadn't seen them for a year and probably more now. And to be honest, they'd probably forgotten about him too. Either ways, it didn't matter, he was alone now, and living without some sort of purpose had caused the young Northerner to wander aimlessly, almost wishing he hadn't left his last pack. Almost.

      Nico prowled gracefully around the trees, sniffing at the undergrowth and the air for any sign of small prey. Instead, the wind blew him the scent of the bear, causing him to lift his silver crown up cautiously, green eyes scanning the forest around him warily. And then those words. He turned around abruptly, eyes landing on the pale creature as it lumbered by. "What is strange?" he inquired then, canting his head slightly at the bear.