A Man's Honor

He dipped his head as Fracture thanked him. He wanted to acknowledge any and all deeds done by those he lived with, not just so they could get a feeling of accomplishment but so they knew he was paying attention and was proud of their efforts. They all lived together, after all, and were supposed to look out for each other and care for each other whether they were blood or not. As Fracture noticed the otters as well, Acere thought for a moment about what to do in this situation. "Does Winterfell's code of honor extend to other species?" He glanced at Fracture for a moment before turning back to the raggedy group. They were exhausted, and likely wouldn't make it out of the North on their own at this rate. One even looked injured, and it would surely die without help. Perhaps they all would.

He turned back to Fracture and nodded, "I don't see why not. They won't survive the journey out of the North lands without help," He took a step or two closer to the otters, lowering himself slightly so as not to look so imposing. The creatures were wary, as they should be, and looked at him with hesitation in their beady eyes. "You've no reason to fear us, we won't harm you, we want to help you," He wasn't sure if they understood him as they clung together for warmth and safety.