Bearclaw Valley quicksilver cruel

The longer they were together the more apparent their differences became. She had to move quickly to keep up with his easy stride - not for lack of height as she wasn't a tiny wolf by any means, but moreso as a habit. Revui lumbered; the girl flowed, by comparison. He almost didn't hear her steps. That was the limit to her similarities to his sisters; she was swift and fluid, but not as pantherine as the women of his home mountain, and without the same lordly bearing. It was about time he stopped thinking about Moonspear - no matter how ingrained its presence had become - and maybe he could do that here.

She mentioned other recruits, other warriors, but Revui had not met any yet. Unless the wire-haired creature counted (Fraser), he seemed capable despite his oddities; but Revui wasn't smart enough to know the difference between a tamed hound and a wolf wolf anyway. He shrugged in response to her question but caught himself halfway through the motion, and tried to be a little more vocal despite the words feeling strange upon his tongue. New home, new tricks.

Merrick recruited me, yes. That was better.

I'm Phoebe, she offers next, to which he has no response for a minute or so. He isn't used to giving out his name that often - everyone knew him in the valley; it takes a beat for him to remember that he's not in his valley anymore, and that he's a nobody here.

Revui. Technically, he's always been a nobody.