Northstar Vale The year of the wasp

Tousaint paused as the scent of an unfamiliar wolf caught his attention. He wetted his lips and flicked his tongue across his nose, leaning into a small gust of wind so he could assess whether this was friend or foe- and while he was certain that this scent was new to him, it was not wholly unfamiliar. 

And when he caught sight of the man, he understood why- this was undoubtedly one of Viskani’s progeny, a carbon copy save for the small dark patches that trailed like ivy leaves down his back. 

You must be one of de prodigal sons, He called out, venturing closer. Viskani mentioned she ‘ave more den one son comin’ ‘ere….You must ‘ave just arrived, hmm?