Wild Berry Meadow dread doctor

Elve of no people, the woman answers. Well, add Deimos to that list. He's never been a wolf to conform to packlife if it inconveniences him in the slightest, but he shares a smile of kinship with the golden wisp. They were two travelers on the road, and there was no deeper community than the community of wolves with no people. "Deimos has no people." A crying shame, but he's not sad about it. It would have been cool if she had a pack and could feed him, but he'd take her as a lone wolf too. Company on the lone road was better than loneliness and empty stomach.

"That's a fun way to put it, 'No People'." Deimos responds in quip, the grin still lingering. "I like it. It sounds better than saying 'nah, I was kicked out'. It's fancified." He declares, tilting his chin up a bit to look at Elve with a playful smirk. "How did the Woman-Who-Wakes-Sleeping-Men become the Queen of No People?"