Deepwood Weald I hopelessly, helplessly, wonder why

Rian knit his brows further, and looked away. Maude's way of speaking was... interesting, and a bit hard to understand but nothing in comparison to his father's Irish brogue. He hadn't been old enough to pick up on the heaviness of it, but he still spoke with a mild accent all the same. "Good." He exhaled and turned his gaze back on the she-wolf with a frown. "I hope they don't come back." Rian admitted with a nervous swish of his tail. He crept over to Maude, closing the distance to a more conversational gap. "I'm Rian O'Malley, Kaskara's boy. Are you one of Kjalarr's pack?"