Silvertip Mountain i’m afraid to leave the house

Off and away, the Taggerung trotted to collect a sleek otter that he had hunted and deposited for the pack. When he’d found the storage for the prey, he collected the otter and began to pick his way back to where he had left the other wolf.

While he journeyed back, the bard wondered what hardship had fallen on the unknown stranger. What had made his day so dreadful?

Here you are, Tagg barked through a mouthful of otter and plopped the meal down at the their paws. That’ll do, hm?