Silvertip Mountain i’m afraid to leave the house

The hungry wolf did not hesitate to begin scarfing down the meal that was brought to them. The Taggerung watched with a cheery smile and wave of his tail until the stranger had eaten a good deal of the otter. They did appear rather content, he thought curiously, more so than they were before.

Oh, I’ve many stories. What might you like to hear? A tale of love? Of adventure? Of gods? the bard inquired with a merry chuckle, his eyes squinting pleasantly. If this wolf was particular, the Taggerung wished to appeal to their better nature.