Blackfeather Woods Fiodh

The boy had done better than he let on. The pack had sprouted up - like a weed - and had caused concerns for Paleo. Anselm had a good mind about him, if he was expressing concern for his home and his family. It said enough for his character that Kinloch was compelled to visit Paleo, offer to hunt for them for a short time. He could fill caches and take the younger ones on a scouting trip to hunt for herds.

I'm not from here, no. I was born to my family's pack and left them… half a year ago. To see the world, I suppose.

It felt boyish to say this. Kinloch could feel his cheeks warm. He chuckled at himself to relieve the rush of embarrassment.

I'm Kinloch. I'd love to see your home, if you could spare a tour. I'd be willing to repay you and your family.