Boartusk Heights sheep

When Austere turned his head, it was to see a pale specter of a she-wolf, willowy and lithe, with eyes that did not catch the muted light - much like his own. The black rooster paused, seemingly unsurprised, his mien calm and undiminished. Merely passing through, he answered coolly. It is such a vast land. I gambled that I could cross without being accosted, but it seems Lady Luck has forsaken me.