Northstar Vale breakfast at tiffany's

A grey wolf was quick to approach. One that looked quite similar to Chaudry, equipped with the accent and everything. A small orange ball of fluff was settled between her paws as she spoke to the boy. Are you Viskani? He'd reply. Your son, Chaudry, told me to find you—he has a message.

Quickly, he'd rack his brain, the words having almost become his mantra. He wanted to let you know that his trip will take longer than expected, he nodded. Then, he shuffled. Um, he also said that you'd feed and shelter me—but it's fine if not. Kraai's voice was swift, careful. Nervous. He wished not to over-step.

He said it was fine, yes, but he couldn't lie to himself. His stomach churned at the thought of a proper, hearty meal. Small game was hardly enough to tie him over for long. But, nonetheless, he would survive, surely.