Two Rivers Isle forgive me, Father, for I have sinned

It comforted the boy greatly to know that Burke would be there if he ever had the need - such things meant quite a lot to the lone Ansbjørn. Perhaps there would be some semblance of family for him here, even though Lotte and Laerke were by the sea, and the rest of his siblings far and away. Maybe Burke could be his new brother - It even sounded kind of like Laerke!

"Thank you, herra," he said sincerely, "I will remember that."

Problem solved and matter now set aside, Burke went on to question him about his place here at the isle. Dag listened with an open ear, and nodded along when Burke made his suggestion. Although ranging would always be his first love, battle was something at which all Ansbjørns excelled. "Yes, I am interested in that," he agreed with a cheerful bob of his head - the word, mercenary, was set aside for further practice before he used it in the company of his elders. "I was trained to make war since I was a small pup - and I am not small anymore," he explained, grinning humorously as he used the same line on the father that he had used on the son. Indeed, he was no longer small - he towered above most wolves and had a fair bit of muscle and fat to cover his bones. All features that aided him in fights, but that did not make or break them. "But I would still like to travel, if that is possible - I promise that I will not come back again with such woes."

The reminder of his heartbreak caused his good mood to dim, but it was back in the next moment as he thought of all the places he still wanted to go.