Where The Ends Meet Up Again

Naudir gazed quietly at him for a moment, marking is differently colored eyes. They reminded her of Hárekr and she half wondered if this strange man was some sort of relation though she rather doubted it. The girl wrinkled her brow as she pondered his question. She shrugged. "Not really. I like it up high. Um… what's your name?" She fidgeted a bit, uncertain how best to carry this conversation.

Balthazaar cocked his head as he gazed at the man. "Not a pack wolf that's for certain. What are you doing skulking around these parts, hm?"