Neverwinter Forest Intrepid

The wolf crouched lower. This further pleased his natural instincts and his own body language relaxed a touch upon the wolf's submission. Then it spoke. Looking for a wolf like him? Kerosene had traveled far and wide. He'd spent some time on his own before ever seeking out another pack. During that time? He'd met quite a few wolves and dabbled around the borders of other packs here and there. Watching. Learning. He'd formed quite a few relationships in his time, so it was entirely possible that some wolf would remember what he looked like.

A russet male with eyes of gold. A pelt so similar to the flickering of a fire he seemed to burn across the woods he roamed. A larger frame. These things were all noticeable of him, but gold eyes were common and red-orange pelts, while fewer in number, were not entirely unknown. There was little this wolf had to recognize him by, if anything, but he found himself searching through time and memory all the same.

"I do not recognize the markings on your eyes," he spoke. The other touches and brushes of color were all possible in a wolf. Rarer still, but golden pelts with brushes of shadow around the edges? He'd seen too many wolves in passing to discredit his appearance. If this wolf had more information with which they could decipher, he might better be able to answer his questions. "Who do you seek?" Or rather, "what" might have made for a better question, but he knew not what to ask.