Ghost Lion Crag Upward over the mountain

The warrior bowed his head respectfully at Antares’ answer. The dark wolf seemed to be a man who had a great deal of skill beneath his exterior, but Foxfur had noted the heavy words he had offered. Whatever had taken place in the man’s past, Foxfur could only hope he had escaped it.

With a full bow of his torso, the warrior made sure to bid Antares farewell. It was uncertain whether they would see each other again. That was the way of some meetings, Foxfur thought to himself. So, he bid the dark wolf good fortunes and aimed his snout for the north. Foxfur did not stop his journey again until deep into the night.