The Lyall did not falter or withdraw his words. He could tell there was a silent consideration being made. The worth of his words measured. Sven wasn't easily read. Did he remember the things Renier had done right? Did it mean anything to the young Archer that he had come back? He had yet to know. How he tried not to put too much thought into either at this point in time.

It was with the sound of their paws moving along the snow they headed to the next stretch to reinforce their presence.  Gold eyes swept along the landscape of white, happy for the pleasant weather, and company of the sun. The Lyall was caught unawares by Sven's remark. The surprise in his eyes could have counted for joy, cause all he could do was smirk in turn. Hopeful, that maybe they were reaching a better point of friendship, of trust.

The memory of the silver wolf came to mind at the mention of the pack. She had been rather polite, and she had made the offer to him that he see her again in the Bend. A temptation he had managed to resist when things had blown up in his face. It was her last words he could not forget either. They had reflected a different nature, and not exactly a want to know her any further. Trouble found him without help. Even if he would agree it was the least Skoll Archer deserved. On the other paw he imagined this Halie must have a good nature for Sven to be drawn to her. "Well, it does seem rather noble to let a woman stay under the circumstances." If she were going to be banished, she would have been a loner when he had met her he'd imagine. When there was no hiding the truth. He didn't exactly like the subject, and dared to venture a question. "How long have you and this Halie been friends?"