Wild Berry Meadow what i have done

His judgemental gaze was met with one of calm neutrality, something the Treborn did not expect from a wolf of such ghastly appearance. Nevertheless, he returned the gesture with a tight smile of his own as he listened to his company speak. He declared to spire an interest in herbology, of which the brute himself knew nothing about. Cynthia was a practiced doctor but alas, she had stayed in the Keep. He wondered silently if perhaps this... creature... could teach him a few basics.

He fancied an anonymous approach, and so greeted the nameless wreck's statement with a wave of his tail. "My sister aspired to help and to heal," he'd mention in reply, "she is probably doing the same thing." His tone was fond and often he wondered how his family were doing back in the crags, yet in many ways he knew they'd never understand quite why he'd left, and so it was best to move on.