Whitebark Stream cerno

An name came in response, followed swiftly by a request for admittance. Artyom's ears pricked forward in surprise and he blinked. He'd anticipated recruitment to come, but not quite this swiftly.

"Ah," he smiled then, a little awkwardly, and straightened himself as earthen gaze swept curiously over the newcomer's tall frame. He seemed healthy enough, a little travel-wor but nothing that couldn't be rectified with proper rest.

"Well, this is Whitebark Stream," he thought to include, and wondered if his pack was simply the first one that the yearling had happened across since presumably dispersing that of his birth. "In what way do you wish to... serve? What skills can you share with us?"