Emberwood the uneasy life of the wanderer

Answer he did receieve;
the ebony tinted woman apprise him of her past life, not antcipating she beared interrelatedness with Easthollow, of all packs. He drew a slight breath as his indented nail fell from the last clover, gazing upon its meager appearence. Despite looks it would serve its intended purpose ably — and life would be easier.

Awol was momentarily suprised by the fact that Bhediya approved of his short time as an aspiring scout. "My second trade, most likely a mercenary, I'm not good at much else," he voiced pensively. Sparring did not rbing him joy, but he was bent on self preservation — and the protection of his most valued. "Do think you could give my some tips on scouting? I'd appreciate it."