How Fickle my Heart

Ominous, was just a silly way to describe the pack but now that she mentioned it he could see why. He had known The Hallows his whole life so he would have never really thought of the pack as ominous. She wasn't wrong though for the name that is. "I..." He paused for a moment because he was going back into a time in his life that he wanted to stay in a locked part of his memory. He knew of The Hallows, he had visited before they learned his mother was never coming to live in Abaven with them. And while The Hallows itself wasn't a bad part of his memory, there was a lot of history in just the short amount of time he had been associated. "The Hallows is relatively neutral politically, it serves as a safe space for those to heal and get their bearings. I've known them for quite some time, it's a pretty interesting place in the least." In regards to the castle that was, most wolves lived in dug out dens or mountain caves. The Hallows resided in an ancient structure.

He chuckled again as she suggested the sea wasn't really her forte, "Is that so?" He rose a testing brow, maybe as if he were judging her but not in any serious way. He supposed she was seeming like any usual girl, of course she'd have her own little quirks. Just an opinion for this one meeting. She'd ask about where he'd raft to which was a little bit of both honestly. "Me and my aunt built it when I was younger, I used to go out to the islands until we moved down here to Auster. Traveled a little bit until we settled down in a pack." He wasn't truly aware how much he was giving away about himself, or at least the hints. Something they may have gone deeper into later on. "You should try it at least once." He suggested, suggested with him of course and maybe he'd prod her a little more before they parted ways today. "As for the caverns..." He lifted a paw and pointed out to the falls, hoping she'd take the hint to show him inside.

"Balthier Destruction"