The Crushing Weight of Paradise

Tora's turn to listen. The woman seemed a bit shocked the land was huge. He frowned, thoughtfully though, not rudely. "Seems to happen a lot" he rumbled at her apology "wolves washin' up here, that is..." From what he gathered, there were two continents and also both islands... How the hell did people just randomly show up? Was it like being spirited away? A portal of some kind? Spirits? He didn't know shit. All he could do was hope to make some connections and survive. He felt his fur ruffle a bit, uneased by the situation.

She mentioned an alpha, someone with a funny name too. Ardyn. Are-deen? Who knew? "I'll, uh, keep that in mind. Thanks." Though it was clear the suggestion of a pack connection was a bit... uneasy too. Tora felt his fur lie flat despite his awkwardness at refusing to accept help from a community. He worked better alone, allowing himself to roam and not call any sir or ma'am his boss. He didn't like folks that sit on a throne anyway. Especially ones that claimed to have pure blood, superior breeding... It didn't sit well. He scowled inwardly.

Guess they have those types everywhere. "I'm gonna go find shelter" Tora said, angling his body away from Cassiela "when the sun will set, this place will be freezing" He frowned again, moving from the location "see... ya around. Thanks for, ah, talkin' with me." Safe travels and all that business. /exit

"he talks"