Unaccountable, Unbelievable

Tyr, the patchwork wolf, the cripple, had made his long painful way to the north to escape the heat of the southern lands. His fur was thinner than most, but he already had a difficult time hunting without risking heat stroke doing it. So he had made his way, haltingly, avoiding any scent of his siblings - who seemed almost as numerous here as in their home pack - to the snowy north. And here, to the shore of a lake filled with green trees.

He crouched at the lakeshore, curious about the marvel of nature that allowed the trees to stay green, without rotting beneath the surface. It was amazing, really. He tucked his crippled leg against his chest, gazing at the water, though far from oblivious of his surroundings.



"Speech"

Nothing to gain, everything to fear