Blackfeather Woods Where you hang your enemy's head [QUEST]

From the tunnels had the Inuit emerged, his limbs wet from the water. He hadn’t minded the dampness, and so he’d not taken the time to try and dry them before he’d started back towards his den. He’d only just reached the midway point when a howl was heard, the voice—unfamiliar to his ears—calling for him and several others. It didn’t take a genius to realize that he was of the pack, for no loner, however foolish they might be, would be brash enough to summon several wolves of the woods. A fleeting glance was given in the direction of his familial den before he’d turned on his heel and made his way towards the owner of the voice.

When he’d arrived, there were two wolves there, one of the others to be called having appeared before him. Neither were beings that he knew by name, but the appearance of the man made him feel as if he was seeing a ghost. He’d looked away just long enough to nod towards the female, but, immediately after, he’d directed his attention back towards the male. “A Melonii?” he’d asked, assuming a relation due to how similar he looked to the late queen. As an answer was waited on, he’d assessed his surroundings discreetly, wondering for why the presences of several individuals had been requested. Nothing that might be perceived as trouble was able to be seen, however, he had noticed the appalling scent of coyotes. He’d not allowed for himself to jump to any conclusions, though, deciding it best to wait and see what the Meldresi look-a-like had intended to do after calling them all.