Witch's Marsh well i didn’t tell anyone, but a bird flew by

He offers a full bout of rumbling laughter, though it only lasts a couple seconds he shakes his head. The smile is still in his face but the clear disappointment in his features could be seen from a mile away. “Shame. I always like sparing with new wolves I meet. Gives me a good sense of how skilled you are. A fair warrior deserves respect.” He shrugs then. “I understand. You say you’re searching for your brother. Who is he? What’s he look like?” He inquires like it’s the most interesting thing isn’t he world.