Wapun Meadow The road is getting hard to see

Frederick had been wandering once more. Perhaps seeking Milan again, perhaps just wishing to relish within the meadow before it was blanketed with snow. Perhaps both. But when he had set out, the scent of a swiftcurrent wolf caught his attention. Someone he hadn't met yet. Lestan and Arric were somewhat familiar to him, but this man, not so much.

A soft, friendly woof announced his presence, slowing his pace as he approached the—well, stranger wasn't the right word. They shared a mutual residency. But perhaps it described Frederick's lack of knowledge. Hello, he hummed quietly, taking a seat only a small ways away from the cream and ash wolf.

What song is that? The one that he sung under his breath, that was.