Felltree Marsh all i wanted was a pepsi

The two blue eyes of the stranger hung in his face like twin images of Neptune. They were set in a long, almost mournful countenance, resemblant of the swarthy but softly glowing portraits in ikons.

Gavrel thought back to the wolves he grew up around. He had been raised in a loveless family and then dispersed just before the ship truly sank.

He had seen the lives of those around him, especially older, trend silently towards death. In his dreams, Gavrel frequently lost his teeth, lost the use of his limbs, found that his fur was falling out in sickening patches.

The edges of his smile sharpened, now. Where're you coming from? I'm of Redtail Rise -- he gestured with his scarred snout, -- over there. See that big thing of rock?