Shadow Mountain Arrival Of An Eldritch Horror

The brindled male trots about the mountains, wondering what secrets this unforgiving terrain has for him. Probably nothing good. Good things tend to not last that long with him.

Yet this day Kynareth pads you the side of this broad mountain face. Another wolf is quick to meet his eye site. A tilt of his massive head and a curl of his lips and he’s already sauntering towards them with a confident swagger he’s always carried. 

He’s much to comfortable with his approach and he nods his head to the female before him. “Morning. And who might you be?” He asks smoothly, golden hues dancing along her face.