Beware the Jabberwock

Balthier didn't bound after her as the excitement got the best of her and she went ahead on the unmarked trail. He stayed true to that very calm, maybe friendly atmosphere about him. He had remembered his younger days in Abaven that were usually filled with learning how to set different traps and how to skin prey from his father. But there was a time when he started following after others to learn the responsibilities of the warriors. He tried to block out the harsh stuff of his past, though he wasn't very successful at it. He did remember the growth Abaven offered and gave him.

He took a slow pace forward, lifting his paw as if insisting she go ahead while she had already taken off just a little ways in front of him. He wouldn't necessarily think so in this exact moment, but he may have been a pretty cool guy. He'd certainly be a cool uncle he thought. "Well, on patrol we walk the borders. Make sure no trespassers whether they be wolf or predator make their way in. There's a few of us that take shifts in each land, and I'm sure you know a lot of us in The Hallows are strong so it's easy to call for help when needed." He explained not really sure if she was retaining all that quick information. He knew she would learn on day, if anything remember the bit he told her now the next time someone went over it with her.

"Balthier"