As the winds change and blow from the North, a new scent comes across
the land. A single wolf, alone in the woods, pads slowly through the
forest. His exhaustion is easily apparent as he slows to a halt near
the edge of a clearing and looks around, checking for errant scents.
Catching the scent of other wolves in the area, he lays his ears flat
against his head and takes a slightly defensive posture as he looks
around.
This grey wolf, with his grey eyes, takes a breath and howls an
introduction to all those that can hear him:\
"I am Arturo Wind Speaker! Fostern Silverfang Theurge for the now lost
Nothern Tundra Sept! Lone Wanderer and drifter of winds! Sole survivor
and Speaker of Spirits! I come in peace and with an open heart!"
As he finishes, he sits down upon his haunches and awaits a response.