Fenris was a long lived creature - not as long lived as his father, who was far older by far and had seen far much more than the war wolf would ever know - but he’d lived long enough to see many a strange thing and many a troubled person.

Which is why when Nicabar began introducing himself, the great wolf had wandered closer, settling on his spines haunches to quietly listen as he talked before offering anything of his own.

Though it was almost comical to see Fenris, tall as he was, next to everyone else here more or less - the weather jokes were endless.

”we’re glad you joined us Nicabar” he rumbled, inclining his head with something passing a thoughtful frown on those ever snarling features ”whether you regain all your past or not though, don’t get too troubled by it - everyone has a fresh start more or less when they join us after all”

Hopefully that helped - void knows Fenris tripped over his own paws when I take to words an awful lot, of at least in his attempts to comfort, he often felt far more out of his depth and useless in those scenarios.