my head is an animal.

His name. That was the big climactic question that was plaguing the thin dark wolf. Andrus stared for a moment, mulling around in his head the options he had for his response. He had no interest in this little chat being prolonged further than it needed to be. After all, there was work to be done. He needed to get to Northeast border before midnight if he had any hope of getting through it by dawn.

"Andrus Cannelle," he replied finally, settling down onto his haunches, "I was born far from here in a place called Farhaven. My entire pack was murdered by marauders. An older wolf of our pack helped me escape and taught me the life of mercenary. He died. I continued working. I met Ptarmigan, she defeated your young queen, and now I help her to keep her title and her peace." Andrus paused then, rolling his shoulders and allowing himself a deep exhale.

"Is there anything else you would ask of me?" the old bear said, quirking a brow at him.