Whitefish River And I hope that you'll remember me

"Yes." The boy responded, having been prompted if he knew Orlaith. He shared a glance with the phoenix then, uncertain.

As far as what skills he had... Riley visibly balked. He had never been talented at much of anything, unless irritating his mother counted as a talent. Orlaith was expounding on how they had met while Riley was struggling to formulate some sort of appropriate answer. One that didn't make him sound like he was useless, which he was not.

"I can defend myself," Riley felt both women's eyes on him and began to feel overwhelmed as the seconds ticked by. "I guess I could learn whatever you wanted to teach me. I don't know. I don't have a skill." Maybe that was it -- maybe he wasn't mean to be a pack wolf, and coming to Orlaith's home had been a grave mistake.