Neverwinter Forest At the edge of the woods

It was a while before someone answered his call, but someone eventually did appear, that someone appearing in the form of a burly wolf, marked with scars and with age. This wolf was bigger and brawnier than Faolán, and, by the looks of him, a lot less friendly.

"What." said this stranger succinctly. Friendly fellow, Faolán remarked sardonically, though he held the barb from slipping off his tongue, lest he have his throat ripped out by this newcomer. Wouldn't be a great start, to be battered around by a member of the pack you're seeking to join.

"Good day to you," Faolán said with a small smile, keeping his tone measured. "My name is Faolán. I have come to seek entry to your pack."

The gray wolf looked seasoned, like he knew what he was doing. And if this burly man wasn't the one in charge of admittance, perhaps Faolán's earlier call would attract the one who was.