“You might remember me better as Deathbelle’s guard, then the Warlord I am now” Aahh, well it sort of rang a bell. Honestly, Gimli didn't remember too many faces in Ashen considering they hardly paid him any mind. Asides from his aunt once in a while, but other than that...he had been largely ignored. "Ah, I vaguely remember ye but if I'm bein' honest, most of the wolves when I was younger hardly paid me any mind so I ended up doin' the same. I was but a wee pup I was, so I ventured on me own. Bein' a loner in the world was better than feelin' like I was alone in a pack if tha' makes sense?" He mused. He glanced at Knut after the larger cat cleared his throat, and Gimli realized he had rambled a bit. He supposed the big guy wouldn't really care, and if that was the case then it wasn't unusual. They hardly knew each other even when they had been in the same pack at one point.
"Sorry for me ramblin', but if ye must know...we were attemptin' te cross the ice bridge up North, and before we knew it, a big tornado of water appeared. We tried te escape back to the mainland but it was quicker than we were. It picked us up and took the both of us for an unwanted ride...I imagine tha' was but a few days ago..." He fell quiet as he tried to figure out how many days, but he'd been unconscious since. "It's...been several...Gimli and I were knocked unconscious, but I came around faster than he did and managed to drag him onto a piece of debris to keep us afloat...I imagine it carried us a good distance before dropping us in the water, and judging by where we are, it carried us pretty far..."
Gimli shuddered as the exhaustion started cloaking him like a heavy blanket. "Tha' is not somethin' I ever want te do again, nor should anyone else...I thought we'd be dead but the Gods seem to 'ave spared us, eh Knut? Strandin' us in the ocean for a few days though...at leas' they were merciful in sparin' our lives..." he muttered.
Berserker
