Cedar Sweep the highest mountains, the deepest sighs

For once, maybe for the first time since he'd come back to the Teekon Wilds, he encountered a wolf that was not swathed in black. This one was a silver with splashes of dark tan thrown in here and there. No mistaking this wolf for Raleska, but that didn't mean Kaertok was any less likely to ask him for information. The stranger was stopped, apparently looking at something, but Kaertok only saw the trees and the snow. Nothing spectacular there.

The Tartok approached from the side, certain that the crunch crunch crunch of his feet would have given him away long before he was in sight. Hello, I am looking for a wolf named Raleska, who used to be part of Rusalka. Do either of those names ring a bell for you? he asked. Relying on the knowledge of strangers was just part of his day-to-day lately.