At the waters edge

Kotori Fatalis.

The way he spoke suggested the surname might be well known around these parts but unfortunately on Alaois names of that sort were wasted. He had not been within the lands of Boreas for long, after all. But perhaps in time, Alaois would come to know the different wolves of this land, and the bloodlines that they hailed from. His own, as far as he had been told, was more of a modest bloodline, and one that was presumed to be only his mother and himself, though his aunt Bellamy had never been confirmed dead or alive.

His gaze then turned to the corpse of the bear as Kotori brought it up. “Indeed. They rely a lot on raw power but the right strategy and endurance-filled creatures can still bring one down.” He stepped closer to the beast. “I was hoping to nab at least some of the claws, maybe some fangs… who knows, maybe even a bit of meat. Can’t say I’ve ever tried bear before, but hell, we killed it, might as well make some use out of it, eh?” He flicked his gaze back to Kotori.

“How about you? The pelt could make for a nice cape, armor to give someone else if you have no need of it.”