Whitebark Stream Within that nightmare, I met a young survivor.

He felt bad, and a little sorry for Kora as she seemed to appear a little deflated at this very awkward first impression. Artyom wondered more of the she-wolf's background. Perhaps social encounters were not her strong point, something that the gilded ranger had always been comfortable to partake in. 

Still, all was not lost. Kora might have accidentally made herself look rather maddened with her talk of weapons made from fauna, but Artyom was keen to set their comradery straight on the right path once more. "How about you make it up to me then," he suggested with a playful, joking tone: "accompany me on the remainder of my patrol? You can save me from any other potential by plant attack." A cheeky grin and a cheerful sweep of his tail, his warm eyes alight with encouragement.