Barrow Fields i'm still alive

He came upon her faster than anticipated, but she had stopped and he was going at quite the clip by the end. When she wheeled about to face him, Pendragon was struck by just how brilliant she was; not just the rugged and wild shape of her, but the pale allure of her fur. The wolves of the Vale had always been like himself - a mottled bunch, mostly agouti, the rare dark phase. Their climate and seclusion did not lead to wolves such as this female. He was intrigued - and caught within his own thoughts, realized he was staring.

I'm sorry, he blithely retorted, panting lightly behind the words. Once he'd caught his breath a heartbeat later, the man elucidated: This place is new to me. I don't know it, and wondered if you did -- are you familiar with this place? As he spoke he looked away from her, but only briefly, and as he turned his head to regard the big wide world around the pair of them, he seemed to command her attention to do the same simply with the motion of his snout. Then he rested his golden eyes upon her once more, imploring her silently for aid.