Wapun Meadow good, honest work

aw, but preferably bearclaw wolves! lookin to get some trade posts in on hunting or mercenary!

a newly minted claw, dolce felt the undeniable itch to put himself to work. to prove himself, to provide. it was a change; this wasn't any gang, where he'd rob and kill for scraps. this was something greater; something important. a second chance he wanted to sink his teeth into, to conquer. 

and so he set out; the outlaw prowled through the freshly laid snow, through the meadow where he kept his nose to the ground, huffing in whatever scents were provided, scouting for tracks, searching for anything suspicious, or perhaps prey.