He heard of crazed prey in the area and was intrigued to think it'd be easy pickings. Perhaps he could find some good pelt to trade with at least if the meat was spoiled.
He came across a curious party. Startled at first by the one with wings. They were several youths, all three on the cusp of their adulthood, friends out for a party. He heard the white one ask the larger male for a course of action, showing who was the stronger and more dominant of the three.
"Run it into the side of the ship." Ultyr suggested, comfortably sidling up to the narrow white wolf. Too bad the girl was between them, she looked healthy with a pretty grey coat.
"I'll join the party if I can get its coat." He offered, his eyes lingering hungrily over the femme.
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