Luneshale Pass May the bridges I have burned light my way back home

His shoulders tensed when he laid eyes on the towering wolf who moved to greet him. Panacea flattened his ears, limbs bending just slightly to lower himself. He nosed the bird closer. The dark-hooded wolf didn't exactly look impressed, but no one was ever impressed by Panacea anyway.

Uh, hi, he began uncertainly, tail pressed alongside one hock. I'm... looking for a place to heal up over the winter. I can still hunt, just - Not for long. Not alone like this. Panacea swallowed the words, bright eyes sweeping over the man; assessing, weighing his chances of success. So far it was looking slim.