Hideaway Strath Rest my case

When the copper furred wolf appeared to view, Fenrir stiffened. Though this was not his territory, it still belonged to his daughter. He would defend it for her, regardless of its owner.
Stranger. The man acknowledged lightly, tone steady and sharp. You find yourself on the land of Hildibrandr, formerly called The Saints. What a boring speech, but a necessity nonetheless. For what purpose do you roam here?
With a firm stance, he eyed her carefully, waiting expectantly for an answer.