Blacktail Deer Plateau Despair has its own calms.

It was a jolly stroll, if he could say so for himself. It was nice to be away from the oppressive darkness of the Woods. He knew that that was blasphemous, but a change of pace was needed, after years of wandering. He was no priest that lingered in one place, praying incessently and renewing their fetishes and spells.

But eventually he would find another wolf wandering, especially in fair summer. He chuffed to the woman, slowing to a halt to listen to her. Her question was harmless enough and he answered truthfully. No. And I have not seen anyone here in a while.