Sea Lion Shores some farcical aquatic ceremony

They walked, and he listened. Following her tale opened his mind, but also made his thoughts shift away from his sorrow.

The tale itself was curious to him. Beyond the strangeness of welcoming a foreigner among their family, it seemed more and more bizarre that the newcomer would eventually control the opinions of the pack. He did not openly question the story, nor comment as she told it - but the whole affair did not sit well with him. No doubt it bothered her as well, as Rhona confirmed, for she was here now and not among her people.

As he was about to comment, she broke his concentration — mentioning that the ways of her pack were not so uncommon. He smiled at this, finding the tone of her voice to be sweet and pleasant upon his ears. I do not doubt your abilities, Rhona, she seemed more than capable; however, the women from his own home were druids and peacekeepers, not warriors. It made sense within the Vale.

To be driven from your home by your own people - it is a deplorable act. I will mourn your loss alongside mine. The smile slipped from his lips briefly, and he paused his pace as if to make the moment more poignant. A moment later he continued, leaning in to her as they walked together.

You have shown me kindness, and I pledge myself to your defence, should you ever be in need. Such a situation should never have arisen — although, he had a more jovial tone to his voice now, and leaned in to nudge her cheek with his cold nose, you are strong, independent, and fully capable of defending your own honor, fair maiden, of which I have no doubt.