Silvertip Mountain i’m afraid to leave the house

A sway at the touch of wind, a lean figure that didn't appear it should stand at all, but the bard moved with surprising agility when it mattered most. Perhaps, most certainly when it came to the curses of another rising into the air. 

The Taggerung sighted a stranger ahead of him. With a cheery hum, the bard called out, hello and good day to you! 

A friendly sway of his golden tail accompanied the loud greeting. Tagg trotted forward and paused to see if he might be accepted by the unknown wolf.