Great Bear Wilderness pale touch

Good, the wolf had a sensible sort of humor to him.

Of course, he hadn’t been hunting but why bother bringing up that topic to light; another able body would certainly levy the odds and maybe tip them in their favor, and to say that Dirge wasn’t interested in finding out what he could about the wayfarer would have been an obvious lie. As color seemed to bleed and streak into the sky, he could see that this was certainly their time to act and shine before the sun climbed over treetop. Both earthen in their design, no worse for wear…

Is that so? I could stand a bite to eat,” he confessed as though it were true. A knavish smile spread along his features loosely, but it was quick to depart to speak once more. “Fancy yourself a hunter then? You’re in a good company at any rate.”