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Samothes could at least sympathize, which Mink appreciated to some extent. Leaving any family behind was difficult. Having nothing to go back to however.. That was a different beast entirely. Yet the boy did not hold on to those thoughts long; he listened intently, then realized he had forgotten an important bit of information - how rude of him. If wolves could feasibly blush, that's what he would be doing now: through that ruddy red-brown of his fur, of course.

My apologies, I got swept away... My name is Mink. It is a pleasure to meet you, he gave a little nod of his head, closing his eyes as if this was a solemn occasion. If it helps, I am an accomplished hunter and tracker - at least by my family's standards. And my grandmother -- she was teaching me the basics of herbology prior to her sickness. Although his knowledge was limited to her old stories and hardly any real-world experience, Mink liked to think of himself as a good listener and attentive student.