Duskfire Glacier Equivalence

Warbone traveled to where he knew water would be. His desire to bathe was pertinent, and he didn't want to make it all the way to Dragon territory before de-griming himself. The mud was already beginning to dry, making his steps noticeable stiffer and all the more irritating. He found himself pausing as scent reached him then, but marginally unconcerned, he continued to tread forward without shortening his lope. A younger, less mindful wolf occupied the area, and Warbone was nearly upon him before he realized the boy wasn't paying attention at all.

"A wolf with no sense deserves no life," he mused, frowning at the wolf's averagely toned back. It was advice, more than a threat, but it was difficult to tell with the impassivity of his expression and the dullness of his eyes.  "Or are you pretending to be a rock?"