Barrow Fields i left my flaming sword beside your bed

Angler listened to the wolfs words with a little bit of an absent mind, they seemed like a pretty typical wolf, a healthy smidge of both cautious and secretive, but all to inquisitive into the lives of others. He mulled over lying and saying he was going to a pack of his own, just in case some muscle was sent out to roughen him up, but he than recalled the wolfs pack was on the go, there'd be no need for him to lie to someone he would probably never see again.

"I'm traveling south to find some unoccupied rivers, or little packs sitting on them." He looked up at his listener, studying their face in case anything seemed to tip them off.

"I'll be heading to the coast soon, but i wont stay nearby for long, I'm just trying to avoid these mountains and their bigger packs."