Stavanger Bay savegame

Old Stavanger Bay folks, maybe? Grave referenced here: http://wolf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12014

There was a grave here. 

Boughs of ash and grisly fragments of bone spread across the earthen mound where, surely, a wolf lay sleeping. 

Remiel approached cautiously. His nose flared wide and ears straining to listen as he inhaled the scent of many wolves; none too recent, but enough to invoke a feeling of unease. He was not entirely welcome here, and though the territory lacked any of the markers that would indicate the presence of a pack, this grave was a strong reminder that there was once a community here. Though there was little left but flesh-slouched bones, the wolf had meant something to someone. He curled his lips and bared his teeth at the ridiculous display. Why not return the beast to the world? Why hide an empty shell beneath trinkets and decorations? The soul was long gone.

Despite it all, the boy could not turn away from it. 

It was just so wrong.