Silver Moraine hole in the earth

The wind stirred, blowing in a northerly direction and bringing with it the susurrus of cicadas. Cambria glanced at the forest to the south before retraining his two-toned gaze on the sooty figure. An ear twitched when the stranger seemed to sense his taciturn presence from abroad. Both tilted a little backward when his fellow yearling then made a decisive approach.

Cambria took the measure of the other young man as he came closer and took on more detail. He was shorter than the rangy white Dragonling, though corded tightly with lissome muscle. He would make a formidable opponent should a fight arise, though there was no reason to believe anything like that might happen. There was an air of mutual curiosity in the air between them.

Hello, he offered in a baritone rumble, wondering if this wolf spoke.