The Heartwood There is no end, only a new beginning.

The dark wolf pondered the response, tail softly sweeping behind him. Every living thing serves a purpose? He felt half dead for most of his life, would he still count? Would only a half purpose be bestowed onto him? The nudge on his back gave him the little push to find out for himself.

So, Einn got back up on his paws, head hanging low and legs slightly wobbly from being so weak.
My name is Einn... He replies, taking small steps towards Rokkur. He looked onwards to where the large wolf was looking and spotting the dense forest ahead.

... and yours?