After almost a season of wandering the land of Moladion, Matthias felt he had a good idea of the lay of the land. He knew some of the most frequently used areas were for wolves to gather and the best hunting places. There was one place, however, he had not taken the time to explore and today seemed to be the best day to do it. The spring rains had come to the land and within minutes, the thick coat that covered his body was drenched and he could feel the first bouts of chill begin to touch his skin. Matthias trotted towards the caves in the hopes that one would be able to provide him with enough protection from the cursed rain. A flash of lightning lit up the land for a moment and he saw the mouth of one open and ready to take him. His gait quickened.

The scent of several wolves greeted him and for a second he wondered if this was a good place to hunker down. In the barrage of smells, he found one that was familiar. Jackdaw, one of the loners who had come to his challenge a few weeks back. Curious and getting rather annoyed with the deluge, the older male trotted into the cave. Once inside, he shook himself roughly to cast the water from his fur then continued in until he saw the others. Carefully picking out the brute he knew, Matthias moved to sit next to his companion. There was a sense of tension in the air for some reason or another and he felt the fur on his soaking wet hackles rise slightly, though no growl came from his mouth. Gazing down at Jackdaw, he said simply, “Is there a problem here?”