Dragoncrest Cliffs leviathan

He still fancies his directness. She could almost appreciate this. Rarely does she appreciate anything but the dark and wicked things. "They call me Poltergeist de la Rosa." A soft signal that she had not been chosen but more so gifted her name. The ghost rose in essence.

"There are many days and nights, many moons... before spring comes to this land" if he likes direct, she would give him bluntness. Light does not reach her eyes - it never does. Why else does a vagabond seek a community? Fear? Loneliness? Opportunity? "I seek shelter."

She pauses, tilting her head somewhat. As if listening for something that wasn't there. "My services are basic. I can feed others. I can defend if need be" all wolves can hunt and fight though "there are whispers this pack has a rich culture and history" she grins, almost a leer "I am curious about it. The people here."

But ah, it was true. How else does a person learn if not to learn the past? "I also fancy myself an entertainer. I can recite lyrics to others. Teach them tales. Amuse them on a boring day."