Neverwinter Forest No More Running

It had been relatively quiet the past few days -- something the large wolf could appreciate. Yet when a wolf called at the borders, his own white-tipped muzzle lifted upward, calling to the strange to wait and someone would be along.
 
Given his daily routine stirred him to round his borders, the dark agouti man was not far from the she-wolf, and as he drew up toward her, his bright eyes took in the dull, ivory fur. One ear would flicker in silent contemplation, curious about her health before allowing his muzzle to sweep downward in a greeting. His form was rugged in stance -- dominant, but non-imposing.. so far. "You seek audience with us. Why?"