Porcupine Ridge Welcome to the Weiner Hut

The black wolf's stout muzzle bobbed gently as Anwyl spoke of having met their beta female and the young Romulus, further commenting that he had also seen a porcupine and understood where the ridge had taken it's name. Taggarik chuckled softly.

"Ah, yes, there's quite a few of them around here. See those bare trees?" He gestured toward the top of a small fir, the dark bark along its trunk and parts of its limbs stripped away to white, glaring wood. "They do that." In places, there were even limbs that had been broken off or clipped away littering the ground. Now, with winter here, unmistakable trails dusted with snow fleas led to and from these feeding areas to burrows in the snow.

"They're actually good eating," he commented. "Have you ever tried one?"

True story: they hold a wild game dinner here and serve up basically anything, and I've been told that porcupine is one of the better meats. Unfortunately, I've never been able to get tickets to go to try for myself!