Do you know where the wild things go?

He wasn't sure why speaking to the assassin was so easy. Tiresias rarely talked, unless the need arose or when manners called. Hearing his own voice was strange to him. Usually, he was the one listening to everyone else, although he had to admit that engaging with another wolf was helpful. She had been very thoughtful in her reply, referencing nothing that would have bothered him; however, she gave him credit that he didn't feel he deserved. Barely more than a pup, he'd done what he could for his brother out of desperation. It wasn't that he knew what he was doing at the time.



"I suppose you could say that, even though I knew little." Her smile brought a faint one of his own forth, and out of politeness, he denied his talent. Admitting it wouldn't have felt as modest to him. "Talented? Not quite yet, although I thank you for the compliment. I would be glad to help you. With a duty such as yours, it would be good to know." Herbs and healing were pretty much all he knew. Fighting and defending one's self... that was an entirely different matter. "I'm rather bad at physical confrontation. Maybe we can trade knowledge: my healing for your defense?" he asked, the shadow of a grin still distorting his muzzle.



A pack? "I'm very new to Seracia, their beta having found me wandering in the Battlefield. She is the only wolf I know so far." He felt no real attachment to the pack itself yet. It hadn't even been a week. Tiresias decided to tell her about Tyberius. If she should ever run into him, she'd need a fair warning beforehand. The cripple was a handful, a rude handful at that. "Also, as a warning, if you should run into my brother, it's probably best not to speak to him. He's a rude wolf, not at all the type you'd enjoy meeting. I took care of his sorry hide and one day, he up and left me in the dust. If he can do that to his only surviving relation, he can do pretty much anything to a stranger. Just in case you do see him."



The scarred wolf was surprised at himself. He'd spoken more in this encounter than he ever had with another wolf. Usually, if he was healing, he wouldn't say a single word. He'd just bandage the wolf and go about his merry way, leaving them confused in his wake. Of course, he couldn't leave this wolf here alone. He just wasn't sure why he'd felt the need to talk so much. It almost embarrassed him to think he might be dominating the conversation.