Neverwinter Forest painted the hunger onto my skin

She gave a small bark of laughter, smiling. "I feel that. I've traveled what seems like half the world in just a month or so."

Miyako looked close at him, trying to figure him out. This guy seemed a lot more veiled than others she had come across. "So you're not with a pack," she mused. "Will you join me as a hunting partner if we both find ourselves alone by the first snowfall?"

It was a hell of an offer, she knew. Especially to this dark wolf that, she assumed, prided himself on being such a loner. But he was young, and winter was coming. Maybe even his first winter. He knew not how cold it would get. And maybe he needed help.