Grouse Thicket no more innocence left to spill

Not a fighter—that much was obvious.

Solpallur huffed; he had heard enough, had seen enough. These lands were untamed and wild, not at all for the faint in his eyes. But it was a narrow scope of what he did know and what he would come to know in the days to come. Even though he had been loosened to this world from his natal pack, he thought it would always be a harsh place. In some ways, that had been true though thus far it had been bountiful in what it had to offer, even if it lacked in the divinity he had hoped to find.

“Við skulum fara, yfirgefa hana,” he decided then, gaze flicking to Stjornuati. “Þolinmæði mín er þunn.” The only thing now that would hold him would be if Stjornuati had interest, but somehow he did not think he would.