Holy Grail

*Yale* · 08-03-2017, 04:53 PM

He had just opened his mouth to begin the first of many prayer howls when a voice caught his attention. The fleece furred wolf turned his head, inquisitive eyes taking in the girl before he spoke in response. “I am very well stranger.” He said, his voice a deep boom radiating his strength. Under normal circumstances he would have put pleasantries aside and simply prayed regardless of her presence, but here he was out of his element, and of course he still wasn’t quite sure his god was still with him.

“I am Yale, of Dragoste. It is pleasant to meet you.” He greeted, avoiding using his family name although he doubted she would have ever even heard of it, let alone know of it’s importance and the heightened station he had been born into. It was all somewhat arbitrary now that he thought of it; his family was important in the trinity of Eclya, Bromos, and Parth but here in Boreas it was meaningless. The girl hadn’t yet acquired the scent that seemed so inherent on the land which meant she was likely just as new to this place as he was, although he had spared no time in acquainting himself with a pack.

Speech,

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