Haunted Wood and no i couldn’t get him out

Cal was slow to respond to the call, in fact, had it been Célnes he might have ignored it altogether. The hunter was still steaming from the gathering within the mountains. There was no excuse in his mind for the need of this..."guide" or the undignified ball of a boy that now ran rampant through their ranks. They would never be Deorwine, no matter what his Kings claimed. They had a guide, the High Elk, and to request the help of one so unqualified or worthy of their family was an insult.

Calhoun remained near the back, just within distance to catch what words he needed to hear from Cenric until his eyes landed on his sister. Her appearance at the gathering had been the first he'd seen of her since the fires, yet the first words she spoke to him were in an attempt to soil not just their name but his reputation as well. Perhaps that was why they had not spoken since. What a bitter thought, they were all they had now and she had been so determined to start off on the wrong foot that she would go against their ways.

It wasn't until the grey bastard spoke that a low rumble would stir within. He had no right to claim their land, his stench an insult amongst the blessed. Though, Cal would for once keep silent. He had no interest in addressing the outsider, in fact when he could he ignore his presence altogether. Finally, he would speak up determined to let his worth be known. As always I shall hunt for the family. He had chosen his words carefully however, as those who were not of their ways he would make sure caught their own meals.