Duskfire Glacier You're a natural

His golden ringed eyes lit up as the snowy female announced that his muteness did not change things after all. Sure, it made it a little bit more awkward to hold a conversation with him, of one could call it that, but he sure as hell could hunt. His gaze then landed upon the brother, hoping to also have him approve of the matter; and so he did.

When names were exchanged, he felt a little uneasy. He had become so used to the nicknames Easthollow had provided him with that it was hard to hear yet another one brought to the table. He tilted his head to the side, brows lifted slightly. What does that mean? Nipa. sounded rather foreign.