The Bracken Woods zindgani ke safar mein

The scent of a wolf threaded into their nose a moment before their eyes found one another. Masquerade slowly rose to their full height, ascertaining the stranger. He didn’t appear threatening. In fact, his demesne was entirely apologetic.

I wasn’t hunting yet, not really, they replied with a slow shake of their head. By any chance, have you seen any other wolves in these woods? Masque could not resist tacking on, still hopeful of finding some clue of Avicus’s whereabouts.