Dragoncrest Cliffs fulfill.

Were he so bold to creep close enough, to reach for the dead meat that the woman watched over, he would have felt warm again and well. Instead he merely watched — and it was good that he did. 

The burly silhouette of another wolf, burnished with a ginger composite coat this time, drew close to the woman. They shared words but it had been so long since the ghost had heard anything like language that he did not immediately perceive them; they were only noises, and as they did not sound like warnings directed his way, he began to move along again.

Wherever they went the boy followed. He gave them ample space, utilizing the falling snow to his advantage while he stalked.