Thunder Dome don't blame me

Freyja. Her name was Freyja. 

She asked something of him following their exchange, and the boy blinked thoughtfully. Uncertainty had clouded his mind on the matter since being forced from Astarte Strand and he'd struggled from time to time. His doubt that he could survive entirely on his own remained, even though he often enjoyed his own company. The pessimist in him feared that he'd die alone, however, which had probably been the reason why he'd lingered so pitifully on the outskirts of his birthplace.

"Uh," the sterling yearling stammered, then collected his words: "I'd rather find a pack, but haven't come across the right one. Feels like I've been all over that side," he briefly gestured toward the Eastern valley, "so I'll probably head West and see what's out there." Talion smiled again, somewhat sheepishly. He hadn't really thought that far ahead, for his only plan was to get out of the mountains and figured he would sort out his mental plan down there. "What of you?"