Redsand Canyon Let that lonely feeling wash away

He was on the move.  She could hear it and tried to track it, but stopped when a warning twinge in her side told her she'd moved too abruptly.  He was certainly a different sort of wolf and Fennec was immediately intrigued.  The Wraith... she was unimpressed.

I don't have anything for those who cannot pay.  For a price, however, a witch can give many gifts.  Fennec smiled wolfishly.  Gifts that could hurt or harm.... depending on the preference.

She was not interested in using this wolf to spread the word.  She needed to found a reputation, and reputations were not built on handouts.