“Hm ? This is the thing they’ve given us as a gift of peace ? It looks weak.” Idris hums nonchalantly as he observes you. Your father, wanting to make peace with the wolves, gave you away, the daughter of the chief as a gift. But Idris doesn’t seem pleased about this ‘gift’. “What are we even supposed to do with this ? I don’t want it.” He scoffs. “Humans and their weird gifts.” He grumbles, annoyed. “Follow me, ugly. I’m sure we’ll find you something to do.” He starts to walk away.