Phantom Hollow slow news day

Been wanting to meet this guy forever.

Okay, this place was creepy. More and more, Grezig was coming to regret leaving Neverwinter or the Weald to go off to places she wasn’t sure about. She got the creeps from being in here, but she still hadn’t found many recruits for the pack and none were coming into the forest as Siege had predicted. She needed to look elsewhere. 

A strange and… rather beat-up looking wolf emerged in between the trees before her as wended in and out of them. Mostly white fur, with black facial markings… Mostly, though, she noticed the scars. So many. Some were very large. This wolf didn’t look like he’d had a good life… Grezig was hesitant to approach him, not least of all of because he seemed out of it somehow. “Hello?” she tried cautiously, her voice firm but not harsh. She tried to make the word clear and easily understood. Then she waited some distance away, ready to bolt if this overly-scarred male decided to randomly attack her or something. How else would he have so many scars? He obviously got into a lot of fights and she couldn’t be sure whether or not he started them or someone else did.