Northstar Vale The year of the wasp

'Prodigal' the stranger had said. Though likely simple charm, it certainly worked on him. Tail beginning to wave he slowed his pace.

His maman had mentioned in passing that another had joined them. "Are you the wolf my maman spoke of?" He asked, offering a smile.

He was curious of this stranger; what talents they may have, how they could be of use, and most importantly whether or not they would be a threat.

There was no better time to assess such a thing.