Living On The Wind

The voice that responded was not in front of him but behind him. Harbringr turned and the stared. What manner of creature… The woman was indeed a wolf but wildly colored. Was this some sort of mutation? He was familiar now with the horns and other anomalies that were cropping up in his family but such coloration was new. Perhaps she was poisonous? Like one of those little frogs they had down in Auster.

"Yes?" He said politely before another voice also called down. Well, well, now it was a party! His attention turned to the more reasonably pelted woman perched near the cave entrance. "Ah! No, not necessarily. I was simply doing some exploration of the north and wanted to see what was in here. I'm glad to come upon a pair of lovely ladies and not a bear." He chuckled to himself, having had a less than savory history with the great hairy beasts. His first introduction to these lands was to just miss becoming bear food. He strode into the caves, carefully stepping around a pool of collecting water as he gazed at the strange markings on the wall.

"Are these yours?"