Porcupine Ridge waited too long for a ship to come.

Of course he wanted food. The thought came into Summer's head unbidden, and immediately he told himself it was an assumption based on the fact that they were wolves and always seemed to be hunting, not a harsh judgement based on the stranger's immense girth. A small frown twisted across the young wolf's muzzle. He was exhausted from his travels and had no desire whatsoever to feed anyone but members of his pack. And from his hasty judgements, this wolf would not benefit the Sunspire at all as a member, so he had even less of a reason to do anything for the man.

"Hunting in the Vale is usually a worthwhile endeavor," Summer offered reluctantly, the Vale being his second favorite hunting grounds next to the Sunspire itself, "There are also streams and small lakes within it where you could fish for something. The frogs have probably taken to hibernating along the shores if you have a mind to dig." He lifted himself from the ground and stood to face the man as he approached. He still had no intention of hunting for the massive wolf, but he was not comfortable lying down with the stranger so near.