Barrow Fields Something with blood.

The familiar voice at his rear startled him, but only for a moment. He turned to greet his companion with a smile. 

”Cold.. ‘n hungry.” he said in response. But out and about hunting, which said more than enough. ”Yerself?” 

The wolf must’ve seen him head off earlier. It was no secret that he often started the day with a walk, sometimes a hunt, and it wasn’t uncommon for Val or Phobos to tag along.