Lost Creek Hollow Golden Slumbers

Sandulf moved through the pack lands and followed along the borders. HE was marking and patrolling when he felt something strange. There was a sixth sense that moved him towards a small shape in the snowy banks of their claim. 

The scent of Kvarsheim hit him like a brick and he was surprised, but moved closer. He shuffled closer and noticed a young painted in reds. He chuffed quietly, for fear that he may scare him. Then he stood a bit away, with a concerned look on his face. Kvarsheim usually didn't come here without prior messages. So he was a bit fearful that something had happened.