Falls of the Hinterlands the card games and ease

The black wolf ghosted through the area heading for the pack lands having scouted all she could, her attempts at finding lone wolves to join the pack were less then fruitless. She never managed to convince a wolf to join, this was beginning to irk here.

She was glad it was winter as she past through this area the constant chirping of the cricket that was almost deafening in the summer was next to gone. Though he did hear something; a lone howl.. with a shrug she changed course and trotted toward the source.

She drew closer, standing in the snow and watched the male perched upon a rock. "You Ok?" she questioned. Looking over his body examining his pelt and body sizing him up.