The past... Few weeks have been... Most odd. Yet exciting. It has taken me until this time of reflection to truly see that fire in Wulf's heart. I don't know if I show it, or even write it, but I have learned that I do respect her, despite my personal opinions.
But anyway, I embark further with my life, to new and exciting opportunities. I have been expelled from the Wolves, but wish them luck, but, well... I never did get chance to say goodbye. Then again, the only one I really knew was Mettius, and I gave up time with him to spend at the Barracks. Anyway... Onwards, and upwards. This has forged me to who I am. I only joined them to experience teamwork, which, well... I think I was starting to get the hang off life there, really, but, well... We will never know, will we? To be fair, it does not matter. My sarcasm, yet exaggerative entries make things seem worse than they are. And to think... Months ago, I lived in peace, solitude... A lovely small cabin, with a nice fire, a fine garden, and all the game I could want to hunt. But now, after going northwards from my raided cabin, I will NOT go back. Recent events beckoned that I will never do so... Especially after meeting a small household from Dale... Poor buggers were trying to reach Bree, but got lost.
Crawbur, the son... Thoregleth, the daughter... Wilther, the father...
They came to help, apparently, but they now appear to just want to settle down. Don't blame them. I have found homes for them to stay in, which they should enjoy, really. I am sure I will keep in contact with them, and watch over them vigilantly.
