Altar of Twilight but that was just a dream

For @Kukutux, though any may stop by firstly to assess his reason for being close.

Wholeheartedly Aiolos had come to the foothills of the Moonspear mountains. His long trek through the Firefly Glen having taken longer then intention given the harsh weather and because of it, the soupy consistency the fields had turned to. Due to this, the daylight hours were all but fading by the time he reached this little outcrop in the foothills. Though the red wolf had every good intention, he tread carefully, wearily, along the outskirts of the mountain wolves home. Though they were allies, Olo had learned of them to be very territorial wolves and equally just as aggressive. 

He did not know what would become of his presence here. Did not know if he would be run off. He clutched a plump muskrat in his jaws, likely run out of his burrow due to flooding. A gift for the yellow maiden if not a parlay for any who arrived firstly. Settling down the kill and then settling down himself into a sit, he lifted his muzzle and called out for the little yellow woman.