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

The pale wolf was quick to speak, offering a description of a young boy with red eyes and dark fur, striped. The indicators were specific enough that Foxfur knew he had not passed the child in his journey. He was not certain he had even seen a wolf who matched the description provided.

I greet you, and offer my apologies, the weary warrior said to her with a bow of his head. I too am searching for someone, a dark boy named Crowfeather. I have not seen your child Alduin.

The desperation that had filled her voice struck a chord with the warrior and he wavered his tail weakly toward her. How old is the boy? I will include him in my search.