Two Rivers Isle he jests at scars that never felt a wound

and I yours!

He grunted as she described the plateau, bobbing his snout in agreement. The black wolf did not favor high ground for a home, and neither did he aspire to have wet paws all day, but he knew because he had seen for himself how preferred such ground was to small game, especially.

"Why the move?" He went on chewing, but then at once felt satisfied that his teeth had met bone enough, and he took a paw and swept the rib aside. He glanced at the carcass from the corner of his eye and swiped his tongue around his mouth, debating if he had any need or want of anything else from that fawn. He found that all he desired now was rest.