A Call to Fight

He'd never truly explored the eastern lands until now. And only because his companion, Knut, decided he wanted a change of scenery. The paid had found a lake, and there they decided to take refuge until they figured out their next move. Gimli was undecided if he wanted to return to a pack that practically made him feel invisible, or taking charge of his own future and doing everything he wanted to do with nobody to tell him otherwise. He lazily lounged near the edge of the water, one paw dipped in and making lazy little circles. His companion was off hunting, but Gimli wasn't too hungry.

He was about to settle in for a nap when he heard a howl pierce the night. It sounded close, a little too close for comfort. While he wasn't afraid of anyone, he wasn't particularly keen on falling asleep among strangers. With a gruff sigh, he lifted himself to his feet and went to investigate. He circled around towards the other side of the lake, Knut silently joining his side as he went. It was only moments until they came across a much larger figure, though something about them seemed familiar...yet...not. He approached until he was a few yards from the larger male. "Oi! Some o' us are tryin' te get some sleep around here! What's wi' all the commotion, hm?!"


"Speech"