Whitebark Stream The river will be your eyes and ears.

He trudged through the mud and muck, straight towards the man who had called upon all who lingered.

Only he and Célnes showed up.

As always, he arrived late into the conversation. He doesn’t like what he hears, but manages to hide the disapproval.

You want him to join us? Cenric gave the whitebark wolf a look over. Accepting an outsider into their circle didn’t seem like the best course of action right now.

He turned to his sister. What does he have to offer?