Starglow Basin that long black cloud is comin' down

This one wasn't as aggressive or obviously nefarious as the others Arslan had met on his nighttime wanderings, somewhat of a disappointment, but he talked a little funny in a way that almost reminded him of Beau.

Fair enough, cowboy.

After a brief pause, Arslan opted for an inspection of the stranger; a hop, skip, jump, for a quick circle of him to decide what he thought. He was certainly big, seemed to be taken care of. Where did you come from, ah? Not very many wolves in the lowlands anymore. Except Verapaz. It was undeniably quiet these days.