Dragoncrest Cliffs murder on the outside, everybody inside

The chuff made him turn, and he squinted at the wolf approaching, tall and broad and brown. His muzzle broke wide into a grin as recognition hit him. He padded toward the young warrior with a wagging tail, meeting him halfway, laughing in disbelief.

I can't believe it, Vercingetorix remarked, looking his nephew over. Last time I saw you, you were just barely a man. Now you're all grown up. Eastwood! He butted his head playfully against the burly shoulder, doing a small jig of excitement in place. How are you, man? You come with your nomi down here?

God, was he really getting old? He had been present to see this kid born, for fuck's sake.