Whitefish River Some days are filled with wonder and adventure

A voice unfamiliar, but the scent that accompanied it was recognizable even if it didn’t necessarily possess a name. Well it didn’t until now, now it was Howl. A fitting name for a wolf. Emrik thought, turning to greet the ‘stranger’ with a smile. There were few within the pack that he didn’t know, and he was glad to close that gap even further. “Howl, nice to meet ya.” He dipped his head, both in greeting and subtle submission. The man was new after all.

“I’m Emrik.” The man was tall, his coat a shading of deep brown cascading to black. Quite the opposite of himself, Emrik observed. “How are you on this fine day Howl? Settling in well I hope?” He was new not only to Kaistleoki, but also to the River, as the man hadn’t been around before the quakes. At least not while Emrik had been around.