Firestone Hot Springs 'cause i'm through, when the two

and the woman would be right, at that. from what rökkur knew, there was no indulgence within this pack; no greed, nor gluttony. resilience strengthened them, tethered them to the forest in which they made their home, their life. and so the shadow nodded at her words. a sign of his approval, though he did not think she would need it.

there was a tone behind her words that he could not decipher—that smirk, once more, painted upon her dark face. well it seems, then, that your expectations are quite rudimentary, he hummed, turning, now, to properly bathe within the water. dipping his nose in for just a moment. forneskja is quite the steadfast group.

at least—that was what he knew of it. here, loyalty seemed important. growth, coming together as one ; the sharing of cultures, the foundation of a community. it was all coming together quite quickly now. where do you find your purpose? rökkur questioned. he dipped his head completely into the water, closing his eyes.

when he came back up, he blinked the droplets from his vision, warm and soothing. his fur, now thick with water, only looked darker. do you wish to find your place within forneskja? a genuine question, though it may come off as rude.