Frostfire Ridge she speaks a language

The breeze tugged at his short fur, hiding any traces of the borders that were marked not too far from where he stood. He had no idea a pack was even there, hence the trip from the grotto, and was naive enough to believe if there were, they would be amicable enough to the followers of the faith. Especially in a place as cold as the north, why wouldn't others rejoice in the light Raas gave to them, short as the days could be here?

Looking up, the priest went to seek out the next direction he would head in but his attention was caught by a large figure racing towards him. It had its tail thrust into the air like a banner, kicking up rocks and dirt as it charged. It took a few moments before Phares realised the stranger was coming for him, and he immediately skittered backwards, stumbling on the rocky terrain and wasting his precious few seconds that could have given him a head-start.