Hideaway Strath Burn him down

My muse is so very very dead I will be performing CPR on it this weekend wish me luck

The overlarge white brute, smeared with blood so old it was brown, just hadn't taken the time to wash off. He also wore a fur tied about his neck like a purse, inside where things one might need to tend to a pregnant or birthing mother, he was determined not to he caught out without the tools of his trade again.

He was told to seek this one out and check up on him. The new wolves lately were coming in hurt or sick, he wondered what was going on outside the strath and if he should go investigate.

He trotted up to the new wolf noting the contemplative look on his face, so without interrupting he moved closer and sat down scenting the air subtly looking for anything odd about the other then just waited quietly sharing in the peace of the moment