Barrow Fields permafrost giants

The stranger came closer, albeit carefully, cautiously, testing Corvo's reaction. The black wolf did not move a muscle, golden eyes locked onto the other male with sharp focus. He waited for the aggressive, for the warning, just in case this territory was already spoken for. He wasn't familiar with the area so he had no idea. Save for the key clue of other wolves scents, Corvo had no way of knowing if any land he crossed was spoken for. 

Seeing the other wolf relax, if only slightly, eased a bit of Corvo's worry. To the male's mocking words, he raised a brow. "Were I a god I wouldn't have chosen this place to grace my presence with," he answered in his own joking tone. He glanced past the stranger, examining the land around them once more, and then he met his eyes again. "I haven't the slightest idea. I'm not from here. You?" His eyes narrowed.