Neverwinter Forest callorhinus

The stranger spoke! Except, it was not in a way she could understand. Was it another language? Sulukinak was more nervous now, but curious too; she had only ever known her mother.

Her nostrils flare as she breathes deeply, steadying her spirit, but also gathering knowledge from the air. This wolf made of fire and autumn smelled of many.

Taking a brave stance, she utters her name and motions to herself: Sulukinak.