we come together

Áskell packed up his things and with his companions by his side headed south into Auster to join up with Hattori and the rest of the Ronin band. His head was still full with more than he could process. Ari had told him the whole story of how his father had fallen in love with his mother and how outside knowledge of their birth would've certainly meant the death of him, his brother and his mother. Not that it mattered much any more. He seemed to be the only survivor thus far anyway.

The rain was falling down heavily and he carefully worked his way through the mud and muck. There was a dull pain in all four of his paws, nestled around his claws. Apparently his mother had wanted to name him Ketoru. He debated still what to do with his name. There was the matter of his family name on his mother's side. He didn't want to rid himself entirely of his father's contributions to his identity. He still loved his father and his brother. It was just their memory that had plagued him in Habari. The place of so much tragedy for him to bear. Áskell sighed. It was a matter for another time.

They came to a stop in a land rich with greenery, various herbs, and strange stonework. He settled down amongst the rest of the band. Most of them wolves he hadn't had a change to really know yet. It was hard when he was still working out who exactly he was.