The wolf that he had spotted atop the lake of ice had started walking towards him, as they came closer their details became more clearer. They were a simple gray wolf with silvery blue eyes, it was uncommon in these lands to see a wolf of those colors. Outside of these lands it would have been considered normal to have a pelt like that, it seemed that there was a lot of wolves in these lands with strange pelts including himself. The male that had approached him began to speak, at first he merely commented on the time of day and the appearance of the ice lake. He eventually would say his name, Xephyris. Kreft couldn’t say if he had or hadn’t heard that name before, but it certainly didn’t ring any major bells or alarms so he assumed that was a good thing. The male would then ask for his own name, tentatively and cautiously he would begin to say “Kreft…who are you, how do I know you?” The second part he would say almost as if he was inspecting the other wolf to see if there was anything else that he could recognize about the wolf.