Broken Antler Fen I thought of you when I heard that song

Impressive, thought Pyramus with a perk to his ears. The young wolf was quite helpful with his answers.

At the mention that there were roughly eleven wolves roaming the fenland, the wolfdog grinned. His tail swung joyously from side to side as Pyramus peered into the peculiar terrain. It was unlike anything he’d ever seen and the furthest thing from the farmland that he had encountered since leaving.

I am Pyramus. I travel with Thisbe, but she is in the wood that way, the wolfdog gestured toward the forest where he had left his dark companion. Does your pack accept our kind? Halflings?