Big Salmon Lake hateraid

Rian sensed something amiss when the birdsong suddenly ceased and the base of his skull began to tingle with something beyond the normal five senses. His front paws slipped a bit when he turned, but he quickly flexed his nubby claws into the snow and stopped himself from falling. Over on the bank, not far at all, was a dark shape—stark black against the pristine white of the snow. He slowly raised his head to get a better look at them, and his ears slowly twisted forward, one after the other.

The wind billowed softly across his back and towards the other wolf—the wind was not in his favor, but he didn't think the stranger meant any harm. He nosed the air a final time. This wasn't a Neverwinter wolf. At least, not one he'd ever seen before. He took a trembling step forward aware, for the first time, that he was actually somewhat afraid. He was young and he was alone, but judging from the cut of her sillouette, so was she.