Neverwinter Forest where silence comes

As a note, this is the day prior to Kyr knowing the pack by name as 'Ursus'.

 

He is hesitant, at first, yet finds his footing quickly, laying out before the pair a story of his travels up until his arrival here. How he had not found settlement from his family pack until Ursus, his they turned out to be not the type of wolves which Ico felt he could agree with living amongst and finally then how he came here, to this forest. 

Not warrior nor healer, nor scout or hunter, however he did say he had learned to hunt some small game for his own survival. Smaller game on the day to day is what Vallkyrie often did and fished when she could as she enjoyed it. She made a mental side note to ask if he would like to be taught more on the skill. But for now...

A historian? I dont believe we have one in our ranks? A question and she side glances to Mal just in case she was wrong. A smile toys over her features as she looks back to the small statured wolf. In my birth home, our sitters and priests would often tell stories of our pack's long standing history- our wars, our creation and of course, our gods. She shared with Ico, a smile still on her mug.

 She knew not of any storytellers here, knew not of the great histories and tales of the Teekon Wilds but what she did know is, should she have pups of her own one day, she had every intention of teaching them of Torbine and all the lore behind the Archer Empire. Its always good to have someone with a sharp mind to pass the stories along. Be it to the children, newcomers, or during celebration. Neverwinter has had some rather trialing times as it were recently. Maybe someone like you could help to push is into better spirits. Between wolves lost in the storms, being attacked by hateful packs and of course, death, the pack deserved some light at the end of this dark tunnel.