Barrow Fields As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again.

That smile spread an unmistakable grimace, teeth slightly hidden by a curled lip. 

What was every wolf in this region so spirited for? It was becoming quite a vexing occurrence.

Goosander? Arashi thought, repeating the name silently. What sort of name was that?

A nomad, you say? He questioned sarcastically, passing a heavy grunt.

Pass on elsewhere. None are welcome to these lands unless you've an intent to join as an oath-holder of the claim. He did not fully know if this was true, but he spoke it confidently nonetheless. Whether Fury chose to welcome outsiders, he would not.