Starry, Starry Night

"Just an unfortunate accident," Sota admitted a bit bashfully. He no doubt would've been shunned by some of his peers back home for such an incident, but somehow admitting it now felt far less shameful. It was much better now anyway, though he had a feeling he'd have to deal with the accompanying stiffness for quite a bit longer even though it felt mostly healed. He knew sometimes the effects of injuries could persist for a long while even after the injury appeared fully healed. He was glad anyway to get out for a walk and get to know one of his packmates, reminding himself to continue to step outside his comfort zone and get to know the wolves around him.

"My family has always lived in Auster, yes. Quite a bit south of here is a large stretch of woodland where I mostly grew up. I guess many years ago, before I was born, this place used to be even more deserted than it is now," Sota explained. Not that it was terribly populated, at least compared to Boreas. He'd heard stories of a pathway suddenly emerging from the sea; he figured it was the same way they'd used to travel here, but it was hard to say whether those stories were rooted in reality or if they were, well, just stories. "But I spent most of my youth in those woods. It was quite a shock when I finally went north. What about you? Where did you grow up?" Sota slowed momentarily, tilting his head as he cast a glance at Shilah, glad he was open to some friendly conversation.