Barrow Fields guzila

His head shook softly. A small group. He was not exactly sure how to better explain it. Perhaps they were not a pack because of numbers or because there was no united name. No real ranking amongst them — except for Strand who claimed to own the island. The more he thought about it the less he wished to elaborate on it. It sounded chaotic. A pack soon enough. He merely hummed in response.

What brings you here? He questioned with hopes that it would move away from his current living situation. Although he supposed he should have been thankful he was forced to dwell on it. Perhaps he would need to discuss a thing or two with those on the Isle when he returned.