Barrow Fields that large, the bones no longer

After Eartha had sent him up north after the pack that had sleighted her, Hawkes had made it his mission to find them. And truly, he rather liked being alone, traveling without the stress of impressing his new leader and the constant worry of not doing enough, and perhaps being drowned in the sea. Or would they all rip him to shreds before they sank his body beneath the waves? He couldn't be sure. 

All he knew was that he didn't like this place. There was something... off, about it. Like maybe he was being watched. And Hawkes hated being watched - he was the observer, not the other way around. 

But he was not alone here, in this field with these strange formations. Another - a larger wolf, with a strange... growth on his shoulder - stood staring at the mounds as well. Hawkes normally would not approach, but he believed it would be nice to speak to someone right now. After all, he hadn't spoken to anyone in days. 

But as he made toward the other wolf, he realized that the growth was not much of a growth at all. A bird sat on this stranger as though it was completely comfortable. 

Weird. 

"Does that bird always sit on you?" the young pirate inquired, red tail flicking behind him. He halted several meters away, unwilling to get too much closer to a complete stranger. Hawkes was fast, not a fighter, and he didn't want to test his mettle today.