Knock, Knock

"Ah! Sparhawk is my sister's husband. He's quite the guy, huh?" She could picture Sparhawk making friends quite easily. He was a big, imposing man - but earnest, and a wonderful father. "Any friend of Sparhawk's is welcome to make Abaven their home. We've recently lost our most skilled hunter as he traveled to be with family. Another hunter would be a perfect addition to our ranks." Theory wagged her tail to punctuate the end of her sentence. It was true, Brandr's loss had been felt, but she couldn't deny the man his happiness. Abaven was only as strong as its members. Their happiness and health were always her priority, sometimes to her own detriment. "Tell me a bit more about yourself, if you would? The long winter has kept me from meeting a friendly face for so long, it's like I forgot to have a conversation with someone I haven't met before!"