Barrow Fields wayward

The tone the other wolf employed was not lost on him, but he was accustomed to being greeted in such a way. Wolves were wary of one another — rightfully so — and lone wolves were especially vulnerable.

Aureli gave a stiff wag of his tail, letting his head drop a fraction in deference.

"I am a healer," he told her, hoping this might assuage her concern. "...looking for more of our kind. Do you know what sort of wolves occupy these lands?"

He'd drawn near enough to take in a wisp of her scent. He sensed no ravening disease about her. No festering. No deep-set starvation. She did not smell like a wolf-eater, at least.