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All wolves were pack wolves, even the loners. There was an inherent wrongness to being alone, for their strength lie in their togetherness, in their syngery. Even he had not been alone, having @Solpallur ever by his side throughout his travels. @Valmúa had been alone, though, and this sent a shard of ice through his heart, an internal pain at the notion of his stronghearted sister having nothing and no one save the earth beneath her feet. And this one in front of him was much the same.

She said a word he did not initially understand, though the consonants and sound were not far off from what he knew. Vetur was a harsh mistress, one that could spell the demise of even the most able bodied wolves, but to even survive on your own in the other seasons...

Stjornuati considered the woman, tail tip twitching in the silence of such observation. It was moments before he spoke again; It does not have to be. A tilt of his chin, a quiet invitation for her to come closer, the glow of the fireflies forgotten for the moment. What talents do you have?