Moonsong Glacier torn butterfly wings

Upon drawing closer, the Taggerung noted the hole left in the dark wolf's face and the gleam of his single eye as it gazed back upon the bard. 

There was a surge in his belly, one that could be observed after having seen someone who had been physically devastated. The colors that adorned the male's frame were handsome and earthy. Were it not for that wicked gaze, oh, the bard might have thought this to be a descendant of Ipnos. 

No, not I, sir. Looks to be a marking, hmm?

The golden figure swayed toward the items that had been left. The dark nose at his snout's end sniffed mindfully. It had been a wolf that had been there and a wolf that had left the pieces where they were. Tagg had seen a number of similar things along his travels. 

Respectfully standing several paces away from the intense canine, the Taggerung looked upon him with a cheerful and lopsided smile.