Jade Fern Grove got that lettuce, that cabbage, that broccoli

Of course, he could never get a moment alone. After following the sound of footsteps--which had so rudely interrupted his thoughts--he turned to stare down the wolf cloaked in gray, his blue-silver eyes cutting through the soft forest light. Hey, man, he called out, slightly gruff (though not unfriendly). You live around here, or something? What's this place called?

Man, he looked glum. Not only that, but the dying scents of many on his pelt suggested that he had once had somebody and now had nobody. Damn, what had he done? What had someone done to him? Vercingetorix waited impatiently for his response, shifting from paw to paw.