Boartusk Heights broad-shouldered beast

Despite his humor, the achromatic wolf did not fancy the idea of scrounging for enough calories to keep him going. Grim times were ahead, he knew, but he would forge on with a level head. But no further upward would his paws go; he saw enough from their current height to know that only one option remained: to stay in the area and hold out until the lands replenish. Travelling too far would be foolish; one's energies needed to be carefully spent.

"Things are bound to get better at least," he said, though his ears twitched as he momentarily considered all the ways they could get worse first. "I wish you luck, friend," Rexxar said with a tip of his muzzle, and then he turned to leave the other male to his own endeavors as carefully picked his way back down the slopes.