Silver Moraine The Paths Others Have Trod

He saw another in the distance, and perked up, he was a wolf used to living in a bustling village with many wolves coming and going many of them family. When he saw another face he did not long stop to think whether his own might be unwelcome. Trotting in an arc so his path would coincide with hers he called out "Hello!" More paces and he wondered if her own path took her to follow anything in particular. His choices in game had been limited by both his skill and solitude but he was more optimistic of his abilities working in tandem.

"Are you on the trail?" A wag of his tail and another few steps. "I'm Massaraq."