Barrow Fields permafrost giants

Nodding Corvo shifted his body, angling in the same direction the stranger did. He appeared almost fidgety, but this place set Corvo on edge so he couldn't be sure if this was just the wolf's nature or if it was this land around them. 

"Wolves of old, maybe," he answered, following the male's gaze until it returned to his own. 

Corvo did not return the smile. Instead he continued to stare, silently suspicious. 

He hesitated to answer the question, wondering if he could trust this wolf he did not know. He didn't even have to consider that. Corvo couldn't trust anyone but himself. 

"Whichever way the fog leads me I suppose," he answered finally, his eyes wandering toward the north, toward the scent of the ocean. "What about you? What brings you so far from home?"