I won't lie, the tumble had smarted and as I stood up I found that my paw hurt a bit, making me limp to avoid pain. It wasn't as bad as it could have been but it was still uncomfortable. After making sure the stranger was okay I laid down on the snow covered ground and began to lick my paw, hoping that this would help ease the discomfort. My new found companion spoke, asking if I was hunting him and saying that his name was Sciathàn. He was from a place called Glorall and his scent had a strange, salty tang that he had never really experienced before. Having never been to other packs and rarely stepping outside of Taviora, I couldn't say I had much experience with other wolves. But Mom and Dad always taught be to be polite so I paused my licking to bow my head slightly.

"My name is Luk. I live in Taviora and am training to be..." I hesitated a moment. I couldn't just announce that I was planning on becoming an assassin. No, that was my own little secret. "A hunter. I was tracking some elk when I was chased by the big guy." There. Not quite a lie and yet not all the way the truth. I think I am getting better at this. I tried to test my paw and sat up but practically fell again with a small yelp. "Damn, I think I twisted my paw. Well, looks like I won't be going anywhere for a bit. So, Sciathàn, what are you doing out here?" I asked, hoping to start a conversation. I didn't like the idea of being stuck out here. Mom and Dad didn't know I had gotten away from Taviora. To keep the panic from rising in my chest I thought it best to keep this stranger close for company. Maybe he could help me. Of course, I wouldn't down right ask for help. I still had my pride.