Whitebark Stream Whose weapon is his word,

i’ll go, but don’t expect much. — fréobearn stood beside her siblings, a smile painted on her features to mask the annoyance hidden within. there were some benefits to joining a pack, the most important of which was keeping her wandering sister in check, but she’d never admit this.

artyom’s arrival was met with a slight rise of brow and quirk of her lip, though she kept her thoughts to herself. a concerned look was turned to cenric, where it lingered for only a moment. back to artyom, we are skilled wolves. it would be our pleasure to share our knowledge with your wolves.