Porcupine Ridge waited too long for a ship to come.

He was glad that there were actually friendly folks out in the wild. Actually, they were much nicer than those back in the streets of Skid Row, something that contradicted everything he was taught about the wilds. Huh. "Do ya know where a man like me can get something to eat? I'll make it worth your while, unless you just want to be a good Samaritan." The overweight fighter began his descent down the mountain slope towards the little black wolf on the edge.