Sciathàn almost immediately noticed the limp in the other pup's paw. The stranger laid down and started to lick his paw. Personally my own side hurt a bit but the worse got was probably a few bruises now enough to actually impair my movement. The other paused his licking to introduce himself. "Nice to meet you, Luk. Hunter, good choice, but elk can be pretty temperamental sometimes." He said while racking his brain about Taviora, 'Where was that pack again?' He knew it was somewhere up north, but its exact location was a bit fuzzy. Then, it hit him, "Taviora, isn't that the forest pack that lies within the shadow of Spirane's mountains?"

Luk attempted to test the paw that was obviously bugging him which resulted in him falling back down with a yelp then decided to ask what Sciathàn was doing out here in the first place. "Oh, I was kind of clearing my head, something has been going on with my family and I decided to get out of Glorall for a bit before I said something I would regret. You might be careful that paw for now, pushing it too hard too soon can make it worse. Oh yeah, I was hunting as well." he said remembering his forgotten catch, looking over at the now disheveled rabbit. He goes over and carefully picks up bedraggled prey and brings it over to Luk. "Since we will be here for a bit may as well have food close. Feel free to help yourself."