...And my axe!

His work stopped entirely, and he looked at her. Tilting his head as he regarded her with curiosity. He had never heard of anything like these creatures before. He knew of the gods, and runes, but creatures that raised the dead? He thought upon the practicality of ending one you knew because they had been taken. He nodded his head, and spoke so she would know he understood. “When my siblings proved weak, a hindrance, my mother killed them as well.” He said practically.

He got to his paws to look at the drawing she sketched in the dirt. Of the wolf that was not a wolf, he tilted his head, trying to see it as it would look in real life. He struggled to imagine it. “Why did you leave?” He asked, curious to learn more about her past, about these strange beings.

"Speech"