[/html]What had once been of the orchard and surrounding areas Oak did not know. It was before his time of understanding that Dahlia’s borders were still standing, and Anu spoke little of the past and history of the places around them. In their lessons as young wolves the brothers had been taught practical notions of the present, and were encouraged to dream about the future. The idea that she did not know of it fazed the russet male little; he did not know the lands very well either and could not fault the blue eyed woman for the same. He only gave a small brief description for he sensed that it would not be a place she was likely to seek out. It is far north of here, by the ocean.
The apology did touch the male, for it sounded honest and with a soft intent. He only nodded, a small smile of appreciation added so that perhaps she would take that as a poor substitute for words.
The name of the pack came from her lips with an odd accent, but she held it confidently. Oak rolled the sounds around in his mind for a moment; foreign languages were not his strength and he could loose the proper sounds easily. Oak found there to be more questions coming forward as she spoke, and then gained a more familiar feeling of association as he remembered the males by the name of Stormbringer that he had indeed met.
I have met a couple, Bran and Niernan. Good wolves. They are your brothers? Oak asked with a good sense of reaching in his tone. They could be siblings of further through the blood line, he just remembered them as cordial. And what is norse? He wondered aloud.
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