Sleepy Fox Hollow A prayer to the stars

And answer they did - though perhaps not with the sort of wolf Singarti had hoped for. Vlad was on prowl for fresh recruits, and had departed the coast a few days prior in hopes of striking gold further inland.

He had to travel exceptionally far to find it. This late in the year, very few wolves were going it alone. He had struck out with half a dozen individuals on his journey south - most belonged to packs, and the ones that were truly alone were either insane or dying. Singarti, however, looked to be in good shape. Vlad stalked his target long enough to have a sniff of some droppings, and concluded - to the best of his abilities - that the wandering male was neither diseased nor starving. Not yet, anyway.

"'ey, wulf!" the Salterwinter wolf hollered from the dark, leaving enough space between himself and the stranger that either one could make a run for it if need be. Vlad wasted no time - he had been gone from Saltwinter from several days, and was starting to get desperate. "You heving peck?"