Barrow Fields blood and wine

Like the twins that they were, attuned to each other's senses, the two wolves focused their attention wholly on the moose and coyote. Floki listened quietly to Tevinter's musings as he assessed the situation; even his first comment drew a smile from the non-believer. Whatever the case, fate did appear to be on their side -- whether it was by the grace of Tevinter's gods or by some other entity.

They were both perplexed by the odd pairing, and the fact that the creatures seemed to be traveling together. The elk showed no fear of the coyote, which raised Floki's suspicions. But as time ticked past and the standoff continued, he gave a slow nod in response to Tevinter's question. "We do, brother," he murmured, even as the strange couple began to move.

The coyote trotted away from its long-legged companion, and Floki watched it go with a disdainful eye. He was more concerned with the moose. "Let's go, but keep an eye on the coyote," he said, wrinkling his snout even as his paws began to carry him forward, his body slung low to the ground as he loped towards the moose.