Great Bear Wilderness pale touch

Henryk—interesting. It was a plain name and yet it suited the wolf very well, which was a lot to say given some of the names Dirge had encountered over the years both in travel and as a greeter along what had become his borders. It was a name he would remember, at least for a long spell; he had his doubts that they would cross paths again unless Henryk turned up at Moonspear itself, but such was the way of the world.

“I’m Dirge,” he said, “from Moonspear.” His head turned away from the wolf and their quarry to gesture at the looming mountains, however shrouded in early light and fog they were. “We’re situated on the mountain there, the tallest peak of the bunch. This isn’t our usual locale for hunting but I felt like something for a change.” The glen had proven to be hazardous too many times for his liking lately, though he had scoured it a time or two in the recent past.

“I would say that you should keep it in mind with winter coming, but I’ve never been one to dissuade someone of their wanderlust,” he went on as his gaze came back to Henryk, a thin smile resting on his features. “Have you traveled long? There’s plenty to see here and beyond, whether you go north or south.”