I’m gonna be fearless

The Warlord barked a soft laugh, and shoved his shoulder gently into the smaller wolf. Enough to knock her off balance, but not over. He had to always remember his strength. “That sounds like an opossum to me” he agreed. She seemed keen for the idea, and he considered how quickly he could get her the companion. “I have a trader that often has an assortment of companions for me to pick from. We could head over there and see what he has?” he suggested. It would serve better luck then stumbling across a creature and hoping for the best.

He did a mental stocktake of his supplies, he always kept an abundance of weapons, armour and pelts. He could grab a few and offer them for trade.