Gilneas Regality Pack

It's not that the fog or mist is a problem in the Gilneas territory. Rather, it's all the bloody rain. In fact, it would seem that this part of the forest is never without it. It's a bleak, dreary place bathed in shadows from the thick tree canopy overhead, but it's not without its fair share of life. Birdcall saturates the area, but along the wind, the croaking of nearby ravens is particularly common. A rabbit darts through the underbrush, a spray of leaves rustling beneath panicked feet. Despite the near-constant drizzle, the persistent smell of wolves clings to rocks and trees; it's apparent this is pack territory.

It's no surprise, then, when a light-footed male with dark markings appears to materialize from the dimmed woods. The scent of herbs, both smoked and fresh, grows stronger. He regards you for a few seconds, his head lowering as his ears swivel forward. Only once, he huffs and his nostrils quiver as he takes in your scent. Apparently deciding whether you are friend or foe, he takes a tentative step toward you. When he speaks, it's a gravely whisper.

"I do hope you're here peacefully," he murmurs, the prosody of his words laced with an accent foreign to much of the forest. "Fighting was not on my agenda for the day."

"No need, Krennan." A louder voice interrupts.

Another grey wolf strides into the recently-designated meeting grounds with an air of confidence. Immediately, the herbalist bows his head respectfully; "Sire."

The newcomer's yellow eyes fix you with a narrowed, suspicious glare as he wags his tail once, dismissively, toward the other male. "Don't worry about formalities. Go back to the den if you would, my friend. It would seem I've business to discuss." This wolf speaks with a similar accent. As his packmate slips back into the protection of the foliage, this new male circles you, all bristled fur and wary snorts. There's no true sign of hostility yet.

"You've stumbled into Gilnean lands, stranger, and you speak with the head steward. I see no reason why I shouldn't get right to the point; I'd be willing to help in any way if you wish to interact decently, but should you seek to threaten my pack, you'll discover why they say King Greymane has a monster lurking in his veins."