Sunspire Mountains Monoliths up high

The silent wolf trailed far behind his younger companion. Years of fighting and constant scars and bruises left its toll on Olor and slowed his pace. He was still capable of running, pouncing and fighting, but when he walked he simply did not feel like going as fast as he did as a young one. He simply sat back and let Olivia, or Ollie as she liked to call herself, scout ahead. He could catch up to her if he needed.

The gray, black and white yearling looked up at the mountains and asked him in her strange accent if he thought that other wolves lived in this land. He only chuffed once, their code for yes. Why wouldn't there be wolves here? The place was abundant in food for prey to eat. But Ollie didn't like or trust other wolves, so he would sadly have to leave with the Cockney wolf if she suddenly felt anxious.