The Heartwood what a brilliant speech you gave

Lucifer. He repeats, clicking his tongue. Like the king of the underworld, yes? He had heard stories of such things, but did not pay close attention. A strong name! He proclaims, resuming his bounce.

However, he was not sure that there was much he could tell this man. He had not been here in the wilds for long either. There is not much to say. Many wolves, many packs. He muses, gaze drifting. Me and Iseldur look for somewhere to settle.

He certainly missed the warmth of a den, so he hoped that it would be soon.