Shadewood Evanescence

Like the russet-toned wolf before him, the Shadewood served as entrypoint to the Wilds for garralous young Dagfinn. He looked around in wonder at the tall, sprawling trees, having never seen such sights in the tundra he'd been borne into. The endless snowfields had been beautiful in their own right, of course, but this new landscape held infinitely more interest to the curious male. Already, he was composing a ballad with which to praise this fertile land - but as he opened his mouth to sing, he caught sight of an unfamiliar wolf.

"A new face!" he caroled, loping toward the distant stranger and stopping a few short yards away. "What a pleasure, to finally see another wolf after travelling so far!"

He'd seen other wolves, of course, but it'd bene days, and it was nice to see a form similar to his own again. "What tales can you tell me, friend?"