Blackfoot Forest Aislingean

The silver wolf was fixated on her, swallowing the information she shared about the packs in the valley. There were warriors of the creek. A clan of healers with honor. And the last pack she mentioned was the one where she made her home - misfits who had created a family. Truth be told, Kinloch thought they sounded as though they complimented each other.

When asked where they would go first, the man's brow creased thoughtfully. He hummed over the options, weighing the best choice. Of the three, he thought he might fit well in with the wolves of the creek. If they were the type to protect and defend, Kinloch wished to share in their knowledge.

Yet, he couldn't help but to think that there was only one right answer.

To Kvarsheim. After all, if they lured you into their ranks… it must be a pretty good place.

A dazzling twinkle found his bronze stare.