Barrow Fields Head to the future

Nox frowns with the more questions her new companion asks and she scowls. “A wolf,” she answers flatly. Had she not been clear enough? Hmph. “I was hungry and like I said, I didn’t realize they were so big,” she explains with a lick of her lips. “You ask a lotta questions. Who’re you anyway?” she asks, turning the conversation around so she doesn’t have to talk about herself so much. She already hurts enough.