Dying Embers

Aurielle didn't seem to notice he was there for a long moment before she recalled herself to whatever distant land to which her thoughts had wandered, and collected herself enough to respond.Red listened with grave attentiveness as Aurielle spoke of her concerns, then asked how he was. He tilted his head to the side, smiling faintly. "About to be very busy, I expect, and in more than one capacity. One of the wolves who went missing the night of the volcano, he was Valhalla's main hunter?" With all the excitement he hadn't yet had time to meet any of his fellow packmates, though he saw them in passing and had seen them at the meeting that night. It seemed he would need to remedy that lack, if only to relieve some of the worry weighing down on Aurielle.

As was his usual way, he settled down to think over the problem immediately, no matter that he was the newest member of the pack and had no decision making capacity within it. "We are well situated here as far as hunting, comparatively," he added thoughtfully. "The east and south are usually much lusher in general from what I have observed, but with thoae lands not habitable the prey that would usually make their homes there should make their way towards the few western lands that can support them. Valhalla's lands are ideal. But as you say, that puts us at some risk of raiding for those supplies. Do we have many skilled fighters?"