Moonspear You make wine from sour grapes

Arrille's feet were sore, so very sore. They had come this way, no doubt to find Kjallar, his father. But why would he come here? There was nothing mentioned of mountains. All they ever spoke of was the place the boy was born, and the sea with the beach. The cove. Never mountains. Seeing them go so high into the sky made his legs a little wobbly. 

Maude howled for someone, then he smelt it too. There were wolves here. None he recognized, that was for sure. "Maude. Why are we-" He stopped himself when he saw a wolf had come their way to greet them. As it turned out, they were alpha. He quickly shut his mouth, keeping himself quiet in the presence of an alpha.