Tormented Tarns you got time to reconcile with your fear

A valley of children? It left him wondering just how many packs were there. Presumably ones that were able to support themselves well if they were teeming with children, though if his own upbringing was any indicator, it did not necessarily take good support to bring children into the world. Poor planning certainly had something to do with it, at least in the case of some. Maybe if he had a more nurturing environment he would have turned out differently too. But there was little point in dwelling on it; the granite wolf seemed less pleased with where he was versus the manner Dirge had offered.

”Duly noted,” he said, only then to take his gaze off the wolf and to the sloping edge of the valley. ”Best to avoid them in general if they've young around. Not worth being mistaken for a intruder if I'm in the wrong place. It does gets better the further west you go though, if you're truly looking to be away from children.” He found an even kneel somewhere in the midst of his dialogue, shaking the derisive foot he had started off of.

His gaze came back to the wolf, this time curious.

”Is there anything more interesting than that? I haven't traveled through this part before, only the northern regions. How many packs?” He didn't know how willing his company would be, but he would try to obtain a bit more information either way. Perhaps try and smooth out the rough start he had created. And if it didn't work, then it didn't, and he would find out for himself.

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