Lost Creek Hollow the older the fiddle, the sweeter the tune

Then welcome, was all he needed to hear before a genuine (and giant) grin slid across his rugged face; his tail raised with a wag before settling down again, and he shook his head emphatically: Nah, I'll go get settled in then! There wasn't much for him to say. The reality of his situation was clear to him, and Riordan knew he couldn't go backward to his family claim until the winter ended at the very least; but he meant what he had said, he would be loyal to the wolves that had settled here. Perhaps the winter would prove to be fruitful to him - lead him further from Toraigh and closer to something of deep meaning and value. He gave the guard a friendly shoulder bump as he said, Go raibh maith agat —! Ah, sorrae, I mean thank-yoo. And with that he would depart from her company, heading deeper in to the territory that was once his home - to experience the strange out-of-body sensation of intense nostalgia.