Lake Rodney Windflower Delightful Mane

Birk first caught the sweet and tantalizing scent of fresh blood mixed with the specific odour of a polecat. He lifted his head to sniff the air and find out, whether one such miraculous and free meal was lying somewhere around, when he noticed a big, dark and bulky wolf coming in his direction. The boy got to his feet, with ears perked forward and eyes locked on the approaching form he tried to figure out, why the hell did that wolf look so familiar. 

It had been a while, since he had seen her and he was pretty sure that she had perished last winter, but he figured that calling out and asking never hurt anyone. Therefore... "Aunt Bestla is that you?"