KRAKEN AND DARK FLAME

*Taurig* · (This post was last modified: 08-14-2013, 10:08 PM by Taurig.)

He was a giant in comparison to most wolves, towering over his father and the silvery woman standing before him. Most didn't seem to notice, or if they did, they didn't make a point of bringing it up or making it obvious that they noticed. And he didn't make a point to emphasize it, unless of course he was trying to intimidate his opponent, that which a simple glare from his icy eyes and a stiffening of posture did the trick. But there was no need for that here with his fellow packmate. There was no imminent danger surrounding them nor threatening them, in the form of outside threats or the woman, so Taurig could relax. For the most part.

A shake of the head was given to his question, a gesture of declining to accompany her words. Unless you know about herbs, I don't think this issue has a remedy. To her misfortune, he did not. He had never had the need to learn about herbs when in his pack there had been wolves specially trained in the art of healing to help warriors like himself were they to ever injure themselves in battle. Were there healers here in Glaciem too? He would have to find out for himself if he didn't get a chance to inquire his father about it first. The woman's voice brought his attention back to her, icy eyes meeting her ruby ones as she introduced herself as Argent Zaldun, Overseer. Overseer. His father had mentioned something about ranks. He didn't quite remember, but he assumed she was high up in the pack. A bow of respect was presented to the woman, dark crown tilted downwards before lifting to surpass hers once more. Taurig, son of Isardis at your service miss Argent Zaldun. came his answer, logging Argent's name along with her features away for later use. He had a feeling he would be seeing this particular woman more often than the others.

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