Wapun Meadow Wisest Ways of the Old

"I'm very well, how about yourself?"
spoke the darkened aged male before him.

Adair's common gentle smile arose onto his maw. With the same soft spoken deep voice, he replied.
"I am well. I am helping a friend discover new territory, and when that is done, I will pack up and leave with him. Whenever he wishes to go, I'll be there with him."

Adair tilted his head at the bi colorated hessians next question. Not that he was confused, for he was throughly content in this companion's presence.

"Where have you come from?" 

"Up north of here..quite north, but still in a foresty area. Not artic north, far too cold for an old brute like me." Adair chuckled a bit.
"I came from a very spruce wooded area..cold, but not very frozen. It was in the pack of The Forsaken that I was born into. Very cozy, it was. My name is Adair, Adair Erïksőn. Who may you be, friend?"
asked the dark brown and hazel silked hessian.