Barrow Fields Dear hero imprisoned

It sounded like he should have understood the word but it held no meaning for him. Rysk assumed that it was either a pack or a place or maybe both and he responded with a short hum, feigning disinterest.

You're not much of a talker, are you? Rysk said, evading the stranger's question. He eyed the male for a moment. What a peculiar creature. He used his words sparingly and that both intrigued and annoyed Rysk. Although hard to read, the wolf didn't seem particularly evil and tension soon left Rysk's shoulders. Yes, I am alone he said eventually. I'm Rysk, and who might you be? he added with a smug smile.