Barrow Fields Dear hero imprisoned

An icy wind blew inland like a bad omen. It was spring, but earth was still covered in white. The snow made his legs tired and numb. 

It seemed like Rysk wasn't alone in this cold and barren field, as another wolf approached him. He had a pelt not unlike his own, only his eyes were purple where Rysk's were blue. Also, he didn't seem very friendly, with his hackles bristled and stern look. Although a nice fight would do him good, something told him that this was a pack wolf, and who knew, maybe his friends were lurking around here somewhere. Rysk decided to play nice Don't you worry, I'm nice he called out to the stranger, with an undying smirk on his face.