The Heartwood Red bull gives you wings, now mix it with coffee

The sound of a search filled the air and Foxfur turned sharply toward it. He had not imagined that there would be another hunter in the woodland. The warrior had found remains of those who had rested and hunted, but their markings were more than a week old, and he had not been able to discern a scent from them.

The trail was cold and Foxfur did not know which direction to turn.

Curiosity picked at the warrior, and he prowled in the direction of the voice calling for a wolf named Alduin. The name was noble enough, but Foxfur had not crossed paths with one who carried his name.

When he set his sights on a white woman, Foxfur woofed out a greeting.