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

The dark wolf listened to Rokkur, gaze flickering to the mossy floor. Someone to be cherished? He'd never pictured himself to be cherished, never knew what it was like. It was his own fault, really; he didn't strive to be someone people would love or miss.

Love. What an icky feeling. He couldn't imagine loving someone or being loved. He'd always thought love was like an overripe fruit; it made you sick from how disgustingly sweet it was.

Einn stopped in his tracks as Rokkur mentioned the 'hárkonungr'. Joining? You're bringing me into a pack? He looks bewildered, as one should after Einn's pathetic display not even 10 minutes before. Well– I'm flattered, but I see no reason for such. You barely know me, after all.