Grouse Thicket out of the mist

Ensio was not exactly used to socializing with others. Not since he had chosen to strike out on his own, and especially since his former pack split up. Less helpful was that he was a large wolf, with naturally severe facial features. He was every inch, the son of his deceased parents.

"That is good to know." He returned. "And thank you. I am Ensio Duskfire." He was a little surprised by the mans offer to his home. Unsure of what to say for a moment, his expression remained blank while he processed the invitation. With a slight sigh, he shook his head. "I must decline, Ulrich." He tried to appear softer, were such a thing even possible for him.

"I only just returned to these parts. I am...not ready to settle just yet." Another sigh, as he looked in the direction of Nimbus Summit. "Especially considering my track record with packs. My luck hasn't...been favorable, I am sorry to say."