Halvar

You note a pale red wolf laying elegantly on a rocky slope, his paws neatly crossed. He was calmly watching the slowly drifting clouds in the sky, his expression content and whimsical. You didn't want to break his concentration but you couldn't hide your perplexed expression as you followed his eyes, staring up at the clouds. "They're the bedding of the dead you know?" You heard the red wolf softly speak and turned to look at him. His voice was calm, almost happy and his gaze hadn't moved from the skies. "Phinara's lands are soft and welcoming hm?" He turned to you, as if expecting an answer. All you could do was give a shy nod, as you had no idea what he was going on about. The two of you lingered there a while, aimlessly watching the clouds drift.