Northstar Vale Yioí

Arsenio understood how difficult that life could be. He had spent the majority of his in the same way – from one place to the next. The only skill he had to offer were his fangs and his brawn. It had taken him years before he had grown disenchanted with such things. It had taken the love of his wife to pull him back from that mentality. Even then, his mind had only shifted from attacker to defender.

I spent much of my life the same way. The redstone man did not feel that he should need to bore her with the details. Most of them were grisly and he did not think it polite to share such stories with a wolf who healed. Sometimes I wonder if I will grow restless. But every day I wake up and I am in the most beautiful place I have ever seen, with good wolves, and the love of a beautiful woman. A warm laugh surfaced from his mouth.

Meadow, you are welcome to build your home here. I hear you have a talent for healing, and I would like for you to teach this. It is a valuable skill. Have you thought about lessons? Arsenio would attend and he would bring his son so that Antigone could learn something other than the warrior skills that his father offered.