Stavanger Bay how far you'll go

Eyes shot open, the sound of another wolf's voice and scent invading his senses. The red Greek turns his head to the source of the question, to meet the gaze of a rather large grey wolf. The two large scars on his face obvious and those which marred his back, leaving patches of fur not grown back properly (as along one side of Aiolos neck was) became more noticeable as the stranger drew nearer. A warrior, or at least once was. Now just to determine what kind of man lie behind that battered body.

Well enough, I think? A furrowed brow lifts to the man's question, wondering now, if he was well. Why do you ask?