Lost Creek Hollow I wanna be your friend, go shoppin’ in a Benz

Sandulf, Atreus repeated with a bob of his snout, Mesa.

The Imperator’s lookalike told him not to sell himself short. This earned a little huff of laughter from the youth. He wondered if Sandulf might attempt to recruit him, if he delved into the skills he did possess.

Well, I’m not a healer or a hunter but I’m a really good scout, I like to think. And I’m not a half-bad fighter, though I’m always trying to improve on that score.

Since this was feeling more like a conversation now, Atreus decided to ask, Which one are you? A healer or a hunter?

He didn’t bother including Mesa in this line of inquiry, especially as the white wolf began to slink further and further into the backdrop.