Stavanger Bay 300 silver pieces or more

Their exchange was almost poetic. Bat stood there staring, twitching slightly when the larger, brutish wolf looked her way and included her in an inquiry. She abruptly realized she hadn't said anything yet, simply stood off to the side like some kind of rubbernecking weirdo. She didn't know whether to feel amused or embarrassed, so she let out a self-deprecating chuckle.

"Sorry, I'm—" Something told her to go with yet another alias. Bat didn't really know why but she went with it. "Z. I'm out here looking for a she-wolf with red fur. Have you seen her, by any chance?"