Boartusk Heights when we meet

Qvasir’s gaze flicked to the large, dark wolf with brown accents, his expression composed, though his sharp amber eyes carried a subtle gleam of intrigue. He wondered what a beast, such as his own stature, did here. Although, one could ask the same about him.

He dipped his head slightly in acknowledgment, his demeanor unhurried as he regarded the towering figure before him.

Beyond the mountains, you say? Qvasir began, his voice smooth and carrying a faint, wry undertone. A shame indeed that I missed such a hunt. I can only imagine the kind of beasts you must have faced to call it great.