Firefly Glen testimony unheard

Exhaling, he finds himself wandering close yet away from the grasp of Neverwinter. This plot seems to have more traffic than those he’s been previous, seeing more wolves milling about than dust bunnies.
They tended to all be winter-colored. Maybe it’s just how the locals look in general. This time is no exception, as he barely misses the white coat of a wolf as she hunkers down underneath a tree.
The Wayfarer snorts in greeting.