Lykaon had not thought that he was allowed to ask for a place at Elysium. He had never been offered. So as such he hadn't thought much about it after he had helped them and Aelia. Were it his choice. He probably would have gone where the she wolf was, because she was his friend. Closer to his age. And the first wolf he had met. And if he could leave on good terms and had good reason. He had no qualms at leaving another place. But that was neither here nor there.

A shake of his head. I probably wouldn't. I don't boast a hefty knowledge of much. I'll admit. I'm a hunter. That is where my skillset and smarts lie. But the pack I am with, they are I believe it is called Druids. he frowned thinking if that was the right word.

And having lived here. I don't find much things strange anymore to be fair. He shifted.
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Lykaon had not been close to any wolf like that in some time. Not even Lestan or Kirain. And their daughter had kept far away from him, even during their conversation. He had wondered briefly at the time if his smell was offensive. Until he noticed a nervous ness to her.

Lykaon took the stick again. And bent forward to try and get the cobwebs around her leg. His eyes narrowed in concentration. Part of his tongue sticking out around the stick as he worked. Gently applying them. Trying so very hard not to hurt her. When he was finished. He backed up and looked over his work critically. A cant of his head. The stick hanging from his mouth. He gave a decisive nod.

Camanheich. Run by Lestan and Kirain. They seem kind. I don't understand their beliefs yet. But I am trying.