Deepwood Weald the dirty [m]

To his delight, the large wolf he spotted through the haze was, in fact, a wolf and not a spectre. The eyes that peered back at him were bright in color and fascinating, and Tuvaq hopped off the fallen tree to take a few steps closer to the snow white wolf. 

"With moving this tree here," he explained, leaning a bit to the side and regarding the wolf he was speaking to. There were dark circles around his eyes, but the rest of him was snow white - unlike the dirty white fur that coated Tuvaq's own body. "There's some plants underneath that I wanna see."

What's in it for me?

A reasonable question. "Well, whaddaya want?" he asked, entirely openminded and interested to hear the request.