Frogspawn Swamp a lonely cry

He gazed helplessly at the strange she-wolf, wondering at her offer, her silence, her skittish ways. There still something about her that called to his very spirit, demanding that he help her any way he could. He realized that he was more than pitying - he found himself feeling rather empathetic toward the wolf, depite knowing very little about her. He knew enough to sense the great loneliness in them both.

"You've been alone for a long time, haven't you?" he asked shrewdly, picking up the frog and swallowing it in one swift snap of his jaws.