Stavanger Bay in the jungle, the mighty jungle

“I found the white wolf with white eyes,” Sidewinder replied, ignoring the pleasantries. Winder did not expect payment, though he would not balk at it if offered. “He lives in a place called Blackfeather Woods. I do not believe he has been there long.” Granted, Sidewinder had not actually seen this wolf that she sought, but he had gotten confirmation from one of the members there. That was enough for him to go on, and this coastal pack was his last stop before he headed south in search of greener pastures. But now, he stood, waiting.