Galrandil walked through the woods seeking for something wich is hard to describe for Galrandil is sometimes so in search for his lost brothers he just can't take it to sit and do nothing. One hand resting relaxed on the pummel of his sword as always he walked on, till suddenly a wolf growned at him, it was a white wolf wich was odd to see in the Forrest. Galrandil took a step back but that wasent enough for the wolf and it attacked, Galrandil as fast as ever gave the wolf a clean death. When the growling had stopped he heard a slight whining noise a high pitched noise. Galrandil followed it to a nest under the trees and found a wolf cub and grabbed it by the skin in its neck, he held it up to the height of his face. he drew his dagger but when he got close to the wolf, he stopped he saw a kind of innocence in the cub and in its eyes he saw himself when he was young. Lost, alone and confused he could not kill the cub nor leave it to die so he took it with him and called her Gwyn.
(( I want to make sure no reference is made to Game of Thrones as people have rped with animals before and I love wolves OOCly and thought this would be great to try out myself ))
