Bertha
Edmund Silverstep, Witherlands
The Pines of Morn

Listening to this uncanny visitor fooling around, Edmund lay in his tent quietly. He wasn't asleep - he didn't trust Jestah enough for that. He simply had his eyes closed to at least let them rest a bit from the day before. His wound was sore... Hurting like hell, but he couldn't do anything about that, forced to endure the pain for the rest of its long effect.

Hearing the man standing up, Edmund sat up, opening his eyes to be alert if the jester tried anything. However, soon he realized that the young man simply gathering uip firewood. He settled down again for a couple of minutes and suddenly, the campfire roared out, lighting up the camp with its bright flames. That made Edmund stand up and quickly limp out of his tent to see what was going on.

"What are you doing?" He asked, keeping his voice as calm and collected as possible.
Stephanie
Jestah, Witherlands
The Pines of Morn

As Edmund walked out he would've seen the campfire had gotten bigger. Jestah, in the thirty or so minutes Edmund was in the tent attempting to rest had seemed to gather as many branches, dead wood, and more to form a bigger campfire. Jestah seemed to have been holding a flask in his right hand as he looks over to Edmund. 

"Oh ya know, I was getting a bits chilly, sooo I increased the flame. Didn't have no fuel sooo I just poured strong vodka onto the flame to get it going. You like? Won't be freezin to death anytime soon." *As Jestah speaks ,Edmund, if he had some decent perception he would notice steam coming off of Jestahs right palm that was holding the flask* "No needs to thanks me ya could just pass me a blanket sooo I could rest here, that'll doo me just fine." 

As Jestah finishes his sentence he'd pocket the flask onto the holster on his thigh. Before anything is said, Jestah, does a skip forward before diving into the ground to do a cartwheel, cartwheeling over to the nobleman, landing right in front of him the snow underneath Jestah crunching from the movement and some of the snow being kicked over into Edmunds face by accident.
Bernice
As the night dragged on, the wolf would come to. It was a mother, nursing a few, mewling pups. They were tucked into her side, shielded from the howling winds and pressed into the wall. The warmth had roused her from her sleep, and almost immediately, she struck into a defensive stance. Slowly she reared back, taking calculated steps and baring her teeth at the hulking orcish figure. Pretty readily, however, her eyes began to flit to the large chunk of uncooked meat. Still, she stood her ground, now protecting both her pups, and the dinner that would feed them.
Joyce
Stern Logarsh, Area near the Bulwark, the Witherlands

Stern emitted a soft growl as he kept eye contact with the mother. He remained still, showing no sign of anger nor fear. His years in the wilderness had taught him how to interact and tame most of beasts he knew, yet he never thought of actually having an animal companion. He knew his harships were too difficult to allow something like a friendship in his life.
The orc kept eating, nodding at the wolf mother. He wasn't going to harm the pups, therefore he didn't expect to fight, especially because he was definitely bigger than the wolf and he counted on the instinct of the mother to keep a fragile peace between them. "Goh mord'ha nor kovez..." He chuckled and put his dagger away.
Bertha
Edmund Silverstep, Witherlands
The Pines of Morn

"Well, what I had was perfectly fine, but.. Being bigger doesn't really do it any bad." The knight looked over at the jester's fuming palm. "What's that? Burnt your palm or something?" He asked, tracking the flask as it was quickly hidden in its pouch.

"About that blanket.. Can't help you with it. If you want one, you'll have to tear it off of one of the dead boys over there" He nodded to the frozen wargs behind him, stepping aside to not get hit in the head by the acrobatic jester and thus dodging most of the snow that flew his way as a result. 

"Mind being a bit more careful with your tricks?" Rolling his eyes, the young knight looked the visitor over once again, being able to inspect this smaller-framed male better in the light of the roaring campfire.
Bernice
Cave near the Bulwark, the Witherlands.

Seemingly calmed, or at the very least startled by the harsh words, the wolf mother shirked back into her corner. She lightly pawed over the lump of bloody meat and dragged it into her space with her teeth. Slowly she began to eat. It was clear that during this winter, a winter made inevitably longer by the climate of the Witherlands, she had little to eat, and even less to feed her pups. A few of them had even come around, sniffing and inspecting the floor of the cave for any wayward bugs or dropped berries. They found little to nothing. One had found their way to Stern's boot. It's size was miniscule, partly due to it the pups young age, paired with the fact that it was probably malnourished. It mewled loudly at him.
Joyce
Stern Logarsh, Cave in the Witherlands.

The orc eyed the wolf, then its mother. He wanted to keep away from her pups, knowing all too well that the wrong movement would have meant the death of another being that night. Stern didn't touch the animal, yet he sighed and checked his rations of dried bear meat. 
He had enough for a couple of days, so he nodded to himself and rested a small piece of it near the wolf. That creature looked fragile, weak... Yet his heart did not make him view such things as bad. He understood the real strength latent into that brave pup who, going against what its mother and siblings were doing, approached a visibly dangerous stranger. 
"Orgun..." The word "Brave" Escaped the hunter's lips before he returned to the silent contemplation of the fire. There was something slightly amusing in that situation...

A boar surrounded by wolves...
Bernice
Cave in the Witherlands.

The night would pass by rather quickly, and sometime around midnight the storm was subsist. The fire would die down into soft embers, and when Stern would awake, he would find that the hunk of meat, wolves, and most of her pups gone. The one by Stern's boot, the one that had been distracted by the piece of bear meat, remained. It was sleeping softly. 

The winds at the mouth of the cavern were now soft flurries, blowing in a soft blanket of snow across the floor. The sun shone a bright, reflective white. The way was clear and safe again.
Joyce
Stern Logarsh, the way to the Bulwark. The Witherlands

Stern acknowledged the current situation and sat up with a groan. His lungs filled with stinging cold air as he yawned, scratching his beard in order to find a flea. Yeah he needed a proper bath...
He ate the insect and searched the embers for some charcoal to use as tinder if need be. As he did so, he looked at the pup resting near him. Miniscule compared to even the orc's hand, the grey wolf pup had been sleeping next to him and now would have died without someone to take care of it. The orc stopped searching the cold ash and sighed. He could have killed the wolf and spared it of the hunger and cold... But brave spirits do not deserve to be killed for pity... He decided to not wake the animal up as he began to pack his few things and prepare to reach his destination. After all of his belongings had been fastened to his belt, he moved out of the cave.

He was a couple of meters outside the cave when the barking of a pup stopped him. He growled softly, turning to face the small wolf. Two icy blue eyes locked on the orc, a tail was waddling and something very small was trying its best to move through the thick snow to reach him. 
The hunter kneeled, sighing "Zod ka marad, Orgun...". He picked Orgun up and kept the wolf in his hand. The pup bit his thumb, making the greenskin burst into laughter as he started walking to reach the Bulwark.
Bernice
The Way to the Bulwark, The Witherlands Southern Boarder 

The final push of the trek would last some time. The snowfall had produced large banks that pushed up the pine trees, reaching so far as to rest against the needles that produced icicles like ornaments. For what once was a treacherous, bone chilling path, the trails that the scrolls described the two, well guarded entrances into the Order's base of operations but made specific mention of a weakened portion of the outer wall. His travels would lead him towards the only side without a large and imposing gate, but it appeared that the aforementioned weakness had already been taken care of. 

Stern would spend most of the day traveling, and when he did finally come upon the encampment, the sun would be setting. His exit from the woodline would provide him with a breathtaking view of his future home. The fortress sat imposingly against the icy crags behind it, smokestacks and large bonfires rising high into the dusky sunset. Before him was the Northern wall, which did support a sizable crack. What the scrolls _hadn't_ described, however, was the large encampment around said crack, and the towers of scaffolding that were going into repairing it. It looked as if the workers were packing it in for the night, returning to their tents and preparing dinner. A home cooked dinner that, to someone who had been on the road all too long, looked incredibly appetizing. The hadn't noticed him yet, and he could sneak around to the main entrance and request access the way he had assumed. What lay before him was the only real mark of civilization in this part of the world, The Bulwark.
Stephanie
Jestah, Witherlands
The Pines of Morn

Jestah would clutch his fist as the man makes his comment about the steam. He'd sigh before nodding at Edmund sincerely replying 

"Yeah, I gots a little to eager whens making the flames, burnt me self slightly. What can ya do I suppose? Well couldah been worse I suppose heh. Sooo listen ere... Minds if I joins ya on ya quest? I'm lost and I can be rather useful maybe I can be ya company and we could share a few drinks and stories."

The man tilts his masked face at figure holding his arms out like a showman who has the spot light on him almost like he wants Edmund to examine him out and maybe see something useful about Jestah.