Grouse Thicket out of the mist

Something about this man made him feel off. Ulrich did not know exactly how to proceed. Should he simply leave? He did not wish the man any ill will, and if he did not want to interact, that was fine. He frowned in thought and felt ill at ease.

We are a new pack, only a few weeks old, he explained. You do not have to leave. We are not hostile to strangers unless they are hostile to us. You may hunt wherever you wish; these lands are not spoken for. Feeling uncomfortable, he stood, also showing in body language that he, too, was prepared to leave. I will not keep you, if you do not wish for company. He paused, thinking, hesitating. But it was winter and he could not be needlessly cruel. If you need a place to stay, our borders are open to you. It is winter, and a difficult time to be alone. As an afterthought, for he realized he had not introduced himself, he said, I am Ulrich, of Two Rivers Isle.