Noctisardor Bypass Now you can post your eyeballs at THAT neck

He came romping through the snow with purpose, as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Maybe the wolf had a message of great importance? Or he was fighting the elements in pursuit of a hoodlum who had escaped his grasp. Whatever the case, he was quite the sight: grizzled grey scruff wrought with snow, a muddied underside of indeterminate composition, haggard but in good spirits. Mossy gaze lands upon the roaming shape of a stranger — towards which the man veers, sliding to a halt with a wave of snow in his wake.

With a bellow fit for a king, he calls to the fellow knight, Hail! Well met! Whether that garners the other wolf's attention or not, the visitor does not pause long as he launches in to a diatribe.

Fellow knight! I cometh seeking a rare objecteth of most wondrous power.  Bid me, has't thee seen't? Factoring in that he hadn't described this so-called rare objecteth (wtf), he should have known better than to expect much of a response. From what his fellow knights told him prior to his departure, all would know of this magical thing regardless.