Whitefish River One Way or Another

Within a few seconds Hiero found composure, the beauty of not feeling pain is that he didn't feel the fatigue either. It was dangerous, but at times like these, it was a blessing too. It came easy to mask anything that may be wrong for unlike others, he couldn't feel what would give away their placid outward appearance. 

Listening to the stranger as he spoke, Hiero was curious to his tale... a rogue. Abandon. Denied from the Empire for whatever reason. All strange words to chose if one wanted to join a pack. They really didn't sell themselves all that well, but he supposed, honesty was a good trait. Why were you denied by the Empire?

From his knowledge, the Empire was as welcoming as Kaistleoki, looking to give everyone a new beginning - so what made this guy so special as to be turned away? Not to mention this guy's face... a missing eye and exposed face. Though Hiero was not one to judge a book by its cover, he was rather... peculiar to say the least.