Ankyra Sound Sorry About your Luck Kid

What's their name? This pack you're hunting. I'm trying to know as much of all the local packs as I possibly can, preferably without getting my face bitten off. And so if he could learn of them through a neutral party like Hawkes here, it was the perfect opportunity for that. After all, if he spoke to any of those pack wolves, later on, knowing just a little about them in advance would only benefit him in the long run. Packs came and went like the tides in these lands, and so, there was always something new for him to learn...  

Despite what the stripped guy had to say - there was power as a loner as well, and Abaddon was doing just that. In knowledge there was power, and in knowledge, he didn't have to rely on his body and its ability to fight in order to survive a long and prosperous life. He could do so by being important to others... by playing his cards right. By befriending the right individuals and getting rid of those who would only chain him down. 

An interesting stranger - something Abaddon felt the same about his companion here. Being picky about the company he kept or at least spoke to, meant he didn't spend much of his time talking on good terms. Tell me about it, I've had my fair share of salty encounters. Everyone was out here trying to look big, bad, and the best at what they do. To look tough and imposing. It got tiring after a while. They were not all as unique as they liked to think. There was no shame in him to watch as his companion stretched, to appreciate what was being showcased. He liked it, they seemed to be on the same chapter in this moment. 

If you'll have me, I would be happy to escort you to their borders. A little bit of back up if you need it.