Moonspear Poseidon

An unfamiliar voice cut through his troubles, pulling his attention. He nodded a polite greeting to her.

Are you of Moonspear? He asked, his mind briefly wandering as he found that his warm breath could be seen in the surrounding cold air. I was brought here only recently, I haven't had the chance to leave my resting place until now.

He hoped that his condition would not persist. He would prefer not to trouble these wolves for long, particularly during the winter months.