Stavanger Bay savegame

A shiver raced down his spine. 

If this wolf attacked, given the right provocation, it would put Remiel's future in jeopardy. Already he was struggling to find adequate food to sustain him, but with an injury, prognosis would be grim. Still, he didn't back down. He had every right to be here, same as the stranger, and he wouldn't just turn tail and run at every threat. 

His ears twisted back as the other one spoke plainly, though he didn't understand the strange term he used. Ya-rl? He sniffed and glanced, briefly, at the grave, but ultimately unwilling to take his eyes off the other wolf for more than a split second. He didn't take kindly to how he was being spoken to, evidenced in the slight ripple of fur down his spine, but he didn't have much of a choice in the matter either. He was alone here. 

"I've not done anything wrong." He grumbled. "What's your problem anyway? Do you get off bothering strangers?"