Ysmir had been quiet lately, not that he was ever a noise maker by any means. Still mute as the day he was born, the Finnvi man had been reclusive in the pack. Thankfully he was now slowly recovering from the sickness that had held him for so lonf. Beinf able to feel his strength return had him feeling eager to stretch his legs and spend some time in the sun. To his eternal gratitude the sun was quite cooperative today, though there was a chill in the air the aky was clear and so blue.

His large silver marked frame sauntered through the grove, though the berries were no longer in season that didn't stop the varmints from thriving here. Ysmir walked beneath the shadow of Baronziah's wings as she hunted above him. Her sharp eyes on the look out for the small creatures of the undergrowth. Ysmir felt a smile linger on his features, there was much to smile about and his recovery was tantamount.

Ash had never really come out of her shell since her return and she felt like maybe she would be this way forever. Living in the shadows of her family name, maybe not really ever finding a life for herself. She yearned for more of that, but she was also okay with just keeping life the way it was. If she never amounted to anything, was that so bad?

She was more confident about leaving the castle and even farther, past the boarders. She was finding more solace outside, but there wasn't much for her to do. She stuck to some of her duties where they were needed, but otherwise she was just a hidden part of the castle.

She came across a dark lad she had seen around the common areas, maybe not as recently but with Gwynevere. She didn't know either entirely well. Most everyone was that way to her. It seemed maybe the two of them hand wandered on the trails together unintentionally. Or maybe he had other plans. "Hello." She spoke out in a soft voice, maybe a little out of her comfort zone. And little did she know he struggled with some things himself. She would soon see.

Ysmir was living a quiet life here in the Hallows, nothing like the viking life he had imagined growing up. He had found Gwyn though, and the girl had turned his whole outlook upside down. She has become the most important part over blood and glory. His distance from his family hadn't helped anything either and so often he wondered where they were now.

As Baronziah hunted in the skies above Ysmir would realize they were no longer alone here. His dual toned eyes shifted from his companion to the woman who cautiously wondered the bramble. Her attention obviously drawn to him as she offered a soft greeting. He tilted his head curiously before offering a friendly nod in response. There was always a chance he would be thought rude when he couldn't answer verbally. So he tried to be welcoming and invited her to walk with him using a gesture of his paw.