King Elk Forest He said I look familiar

Calhoun waited as the information sunk in, surely there would be questions. After all he had practically dumped the contents of a ship on her, though as the silence stretched on he wonders just how much she hadn't grasped or perhaps she had grasped it all? Eventually, a single question leaves her mouth, one that leaves him with a genuine smile.

When will the ritual be?

It was nice to see someone so eager to uphold their traditions, especially since Celnes had been so insistent on destroying all that was along with the fire that plagued their home. Spring. A time to find those true to our name before commitments are made and children are born. Before those cursed or hid like snakes could tarnish what generations had worked so hard to upkeep. Of course, a few wolves came to mind, mostly his King's guard. Germanicus. Even his name sounded like a plague.

I can help you. I'll make sure you know all of our ways before then, though you should be careful. Not all who roam here have the High Elk's blessing. The wolves with tarnished pelts, specifically white and grey. Avoid them, they are not friends. Either they or their kin has brought this punishment to themselves. Associating with them may bring you to commit acts against His grace as well. Not everyone in Kingslend was pure, sure there were some with white amongst their colors, but a dash was less concerning than one who had been completely bleached. A small amount was forgivable, but he could not say the same for those with more.