I wasn’t sure what to expect or what was around. Unlike her I didn’t pay attention to the number of females roaming the freelands or the mothers that might make their homes there. I know a loner pair had taken refuge in our pack then ultimately decided to settle it seemed, as well as a loner female, though apparently she got knocked up by Hal’s brother or something. She joined too, but really it was their loss if they lived out here. I was a knight though, perhaps not the typical huge male fighting the bad guys, but I did have my ‘princess’ or in this case prince I protected fiercely. Though his crown was removed my attachment had been similar to that of my mother’s in that we were loyal to that family, royal or not. It was how I ended up as I was, but out here, well I wouldn’t let bad things happen in front of me, but I wasn’t going to go out of my way either. Perhaps that also was my mother talking through me.

However, my father instilled upon us to help others, especially our pack, but she looked like she was sniffing around looking for someone or something. I couldn’t honestly help myself, the challenge of perhaps trying to help someone along honestly hit my, well I won’t say heart of gold, but maybe like bronze or something in the right way. She wasn’t rude to me, I stood off at a distance still but I could tell even from here she was a lot smaller than me. If it wasn’t for the fullness of her figure I might have mistaken her for a pup, but she was like Lazarus, just downright tiny and squishable looking. She tells me she is just hunting and she was doing fine on her own to which I simply roll my shoulders slightly before hearing the rustling.

I don’t see what causes it but my hackles bristle slightly and my nose tries to take in what is around us. I don’t smell anything threatening just wolves, perhaps I am simple, but I didn’t think a think of her saying she was hunting around where other wolves are. Groups of loner wolves band together all the time to hunt, perhaps I am the one interrupting in my silly pack wolf ways. Still I look at her and something clicks as I stare at her. I don’t know just who yet, but she’s familiar somehow…

”Not to be a bother, just one question and I’ll leave you to it. You from Iromar? Feel like I know you from somewhere.” I’m not the complete best at faces not gonna lie. Especially now with my stupid vision like this, but there are even touches of her scent that is like someone’s I know, it makes me prickle and burn like I don’t like it, like it makes me remember something… unpleasant. What it was though I was far from sure, but several years of being around Aranck and his concubine that makes for some bad memories.