The Bracken Woods all you want is milk, more than you can drink; all you want is honey

Bracken Sanctuary.

The outcasted Irya committed the name to memory, deciding that the title alone brought a strange sense of comfort to ease his beating heart - the name was not one of intimidation, and paired with the welcoming attidute of the wolfess, he believed it safe to assume these wolves would bring no harm to the travelling pair. As Lanawyn continued to explain the habits of this place and the residents within, Horosk's immediate assumptions proved likely to be true. "A family... that sounds exactly like what we are looking for."

His gaze of violet peered backward to land upon the figure of Semira, brows knitting with concern. Should he, perhaps, approach her and hold this conversation for later? As much as he wished for a place for the two of them to stay, her safety and her opinions mattered far more to him, to cast them aside would be ghastly. Just as he was about to leave his place before the female ahead of him, a wave of calm appeared to wash over his companion - and to that, he responded by sending her an encouraging smile. 

Then an inquiry was directed to Horosk, and he turned back to focus open the words that this wolfess spoke. "Ah, I am a Storyteller at heart, though I'm willing to pick up any skills needed." He was healthy (and not exactly an old man), able to learn something new if it granted him and Mira access into this Sanctuary. He was about to answer for the absent Semira, but he decided it better to allow her to explain - after all, the man did not want to state skills that she desired not to persue.