He has a task, but it feels strange that he’s… that he’s moving in the same direction as his sister. Orca had been so happy to see him, and the competitive spirit that was usually alive and well in his heart… it was odd. It fell a little deaf on his ears, but it didn’t matter. Swallowbane was going to do what he needed to do in order to make himself a serviceable member of the pack. This position in the pack… it would do him well. Pushing from his head that thought, Bane made his way to find Niviaq. It was easier to speak to the woman that was here, after all. She was one of their elders, a gentle woman from what he had heard.

Moving with a certain lightness in his step, Bane sought out her den. He’d always been one of the best trackers, his abilities clinging to coursing and climbing and moving about the rocks and crags. Tail wagging, eyes bright, Swallowbane made his way across the mountainous landscape. It was a fantastic day, even if winter was out in full force. Yes, winter was strange, and he was going to make the best of it. Winter, with all its snow and cold. Snowing was the thing he could do, and that made him… that made him happy. He rather liked the snow, even as it fell softly and caught in his thick coat. The long hairs of his tail were catching with it and matting, and he wasn’t even upset.

When he found what he was thinking was probably that of the lady Niviaq, he barked. Once, twice, then speaking gently. “Niviaq? Do you have time to spend with a new healer now?” Yes, a question. Gentle question with soft eyes, trying hard to be open of mind and heart. He was here to learn, and Bane needed the heart of a student for now. That would help him here.