Barrow Fields blood and wine

Artemis had scented the wolves a moments before Jenabbi made to react to them, she moved to stand at her friend's side as she gazed at the pair. Males, both of them, and almost freakishy alike. Twins, she realized, or else close brothers. They had an odd pelt, with legs the colour of sand. One wolf was not problem for the travelling pair, it was simple to scare them off. But two, and in the midst of such a famine, made the coyote worrysome. Her friend whispered a suggestion to her and Artemis nodded, keeping one ear flicked to the wolves in order to hear if they suddenly noticed the pair. Jenabbi seemed to be giving the wolves a wide berth, which was probably the smartest plan. However, a single moose walking through a skeletal forest bare of movement was sure to draw attention, Artemis could only hope that they were not seen. 

Artemis shot occasional glances at the unfortunte creatures, wolves were rather thick, in her mind. With their scars and missing limbs and bulky bodies, they could never hope to achieve the finess that a coyote possessed almost from birth. Poor, stumbling, oaf like creatures.

Don't mind us, just a couple of meals moving through