Stavanger Bay Ever Consuming Fire

Oh hi!

He had dragged himself inland after being reluctantly admitted by Ragnar, the Lord, no, Jarl of the Bay. He wasn't sure if he was considered part of the pack, or just some stowaway. Either way, the only one who seemed nice to him was the Jarl's wife, Thistle Cloud, a healer. She was part of an elite few: people who actually cared for him. But she didn't know who he was, what he'd done. And he would keep it like that for as long as possible.

The Dread Knight hunkered down in the grass, storm-gray eyes narrowed slightly. They flickered to sudden movement nearby, and he saw the healer with a rabbit swinging in her jaws. He lifted her head, chuffing softly to get the attention of his healer. "A fine catch, my Lady." He congratulated her.