Sun Mote Copse Sleeping well, no bad dreams

A stranger approached from behind from an angle that Ar-Khalba could not see. His eyes opened and he shifted in his log, but it was to no avail; he could not turn to face the other wolf. His voice was heavily accented, yet it wasn't the accent of Ar-Khalba's homeland, and it was distinctly masculine. Ar-Khalba was less than surprised, having heard word of another male's arrival prior to this encounter.

"The cold is unforgiving, is it not?" came Khalba's voice from within the log. "If this is not the worst, then I fear for what's to come." It would surely be the harshest winter yet. These heathan lands would test their resolve -- all of them.