Neverwinter Forest pinuksak

Kigipigak searched for a woman. His mate? Aventus blinked owlishly at the broad-shouldered male wolf, observing him carefully throughout his description. A wolf like this must boast of northern blood. He could crush Aventus' skull in his teeth if he so desired, what with the angles and points of coyote muddling his own blood.

Yet he was unperturbed, offering only that same vague grin. Perhaps, he said, I may have seen someone of that description.

It didn't really matter what the truth was. Kigipigak was a man of strong muscle and hardened back, which Aventus took to mean he was also gullible and slow-witted, and he had stumbled close to the threshold of Ursus. What he packed in familial bloodlust, he had in abundance in guile. I believe, he said ponderously, she was running away from something.