slipping up

As he spoke, his eyes moved to the blue mane that ran from her head down her back. It was a vibrant color, and he wondered that he hadn't noticed it before. Something about those eyes so similar to his had drawn his attention in a different direction. The blue mane made him all the more curious about her but did not dissipate his cautiousness at all. He remained wary of her, but was not off-putting. He was not averse to company.



A smirk crossed his maw as she mentioned a search for food. "I hate to break it to you, but you aren't likely to find any food here. This place is barren. A place to think shouldn't be too hard though." He had managed to find a place to both think and sleep, but his stomach rumbled softly at the thought of food. "My name is Killian, and I have heard mention of Valhalla few times. I for one am not sure where I'm heading just yet." Killian had yet to decide where he would end up, but he knew he would go somewhere. He had to. Without a pack to back him up, he would never be able to return home and show them what they had done wrong. Banishing him had been the biggest mistake they had ever made, and they would live to regret it.