Blackwater Islands A martini. Shaken, not stirred.

At this point, what more could Arashi do than listen to what he was told?

Fury had made it clear that she would stay and that she wanted him there too. If to stay, he would have to learn the ways of these wolves and try (to the best of his ability) to fit in.

A statue where he stood, the hound was hesitant to move closer in step to the "Speaker". There were a few moments of silence before he did so, fur pushed against his flank by the breeze.

"What do you know about the druids?"

There was little he could admit to knowing, aside from what had been gathered during his time here thus far.

I reckon it is meant to somewhat of a secretive group, considering tales of druids haven't quite rung far out across the wilds. Of all whom I'd first encountered, Fury was the only who mentioned the word. In addition, you inhabit an island. Secluded and protected by furious waters. A good way to keep hidden from the view of the world. That was the first thing he'd noticed.

The second.. You familiarize yourself with individuals sporting a combatant history. Again, Fury had been taken into account, but also Alduin.

Arashi turned his snout, glancing towards Tulok to see if whether his assumptions had been correct.