Wild Berry Meadow i sit a bit but i'm not gonna stay

Without putting so much as a toe forward, Fjall was shown teeth. Conflict avoidant, he took another step back, and then several more to widen the already generous distance. This was not conducive to a friendly conversation or otherwise, let alone a recruitment for that matter, and since the golem would not speak, he was left feeling more than a little helpless – not to mention afraid.

I will leave you, Fjall announced, slower and louder, as if this might appease the injured traveler. But if you need help, howl for me there, he gestured towards the plains with his foreleg. Fjall. He gestured to himself. I am named Fjall.

Backing away, he turned to leave the testy creature to its own devices, glancing over his shoulder every dozen strides to make sure the wolf did not summon him back.