Sunspire Mountains the things that you've got coming will consume you

The crackle of disturbed reeds had Riley’s attention; when he glanced above the pool of water, the scattering of light rippled away and not one but three wolves approached.

His fur was matted and damp but that did not stop the instinctive raise of his hackles — several seconds passed before he recognized the trio as his own.

He passed over each of them, from the male he did not recognize, to Derg, to the male who had let a woman ruin his life. His gaze was impassive, but not all together composed — for pain hounded Riley like a pair of hungering jaws.

I was over by the willows and got attacked. His tone was edged with discomfort. He struggled then to explain, remaining silent for several long seconds. They said they were a pack, but that’s not pack lands. I wasn’t trespassing even though they said I was. I didn’t smell nothing. Aka not his fault, according to Riley.