Dragoncrest Cliffs Out Again

It's surely a sign, the tired wolf thought - rather sourly, really. As soon as he'd entered the strange lands his siblings had been rumored to be in, he'd heard the howl. The summoning howl - one calling not just to him, but anyone.

Still. It sure felt like it was meant for him, and Marbas wasn't too sure he wanted to answer. He'd come to track down Ishlid - or maybe Skellige or Szymon - Not for some stranger's call to arms.

But still. Still. It was surely a sign.

With a put-upon sigh, Marbas turned toward the sound and made adequete haste. It wouldn't do to keep the fates waiting, even if he definitely had better things to do.

The cry came from a golden wolf, and while Marbas was not one to be impressed by one's appearance, he was at least grateful fate hadn't summoned him with a half-grown puppy. Indeed, this wolf looked older than him by some years - even from a distance, he could see something in his shoulder and the set of his jaw, and it spoke of a kind of experience that might not quite match his own, but that certainly came close.

Only speaking with the male would tell him what kind of knowledge he had; and if there was one thing Marbas valued, it was knowledge.

He approached the male head-on, being sure to step on a twig or two to make certain his presence was known. "You called?" he said to the wolf - not unkindly.