Deepwood Weald ships on vigor

yes, kjalarr replies in a low rumble: figuring that it was ( sometimes ) best to return to the old; plus calling the pack by the territory name just seemed simplier. it was. he murmurs, thinking of the fond memories of his cubhood: briefly spent with his family as they were.

i don't fully remember, kjalarr admits. it was a long time ago and i was seperated from the pack while i was still young...but i imagine they did. my father was a pious man and believed wholly in his gods. his brief stay at odinn's cove had given kjalarr a good look into what shaped his father.

perhaps. but they would not be mandatory. kjalarr offers with a lofty shrug of his shoulders.