Silvertip Mountain O'er the deeps and wild waters of seas

Oh, I see, it dawned on the bard with a small nod of his head. The pale wolf did not appear to speak at all, perhaps because of something that had happened to her throat. What a curious thing to discover, Tagg thought to himself. He offered an encouraging smile to the wolf with auburn on her neck.

You know, it’s rather serendipitous that we should meet. I rather enjoy talking. If you are something of a listener, perhaps I could tell you a story, the bard suggested. He did not wish to overwhelm the woman, not at all. It was merely nice to have found someone who carried a friendly spirit beneath their flesh.