a new soul to the old hell

He listened with interest as she answered, smiling gently as she showed her respect to him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Jorrvaskr” The words she spoke weren’t all ones he understood, but the last sentence bolstered his hope a bit. “I happen to be here looking for wolves willing to join. We’re low on hunters and fighters in Celestial. What are you best at?””

He turned offering her a spot at his side to walk beside him. He found walking helped things flow more easily, and his tail waved cheerfully above his hips. His movements were of gentle authority, neither flaunting nor understating, nor domineering. He just was. He was clearly interested in what she had to say, despite the difficulty she had in speaking the common language. In all, he was silently itching to learn some of it, but maybe not in an area full of wolves likely searching for a scrap.