And so it begins

The young man shrugged, ears flicking a little nervously. Perhaps he was being a little too straightforward or even annoying. Probably the latter, it wouldn't be the first time someone thought that about him. Rolling his shoulders, he sat up with his tail curled up slightly. "Valhalla eh? I've heard of them. Kind of a close knit community. As for getting lost, I guess you can say that. I haven't been this far North...in these lands anyway. I don't have a pack, obviously, so I've been roaming here and there." He glanced towards the caverns, the name he just learned was confusing to him...why was it called the lifeless caverns? Perhaps it was the eeriness that projected from it, like souls lost in an eternal abyss.

Glancing back at Vahva, he took on a more serious approach. "So the pack you're planning on starting, how many followers do you have so far? Are they all rogues too?"