The creature remained silent for some time, as the wind picked up around it. The days had become so cold since #74 left Tannow's side. It did, however, take a step towards the elf. "Are you hungry, too?" The shadows never left the eyes. This creature was no natural wolf, nor even a wolf who could speak. It was as if something else, stranger and more foreign, had wrapped the aspect of a wolf around itself. "We could eat together, once you cook the fish." Its next words carried a faint trace of suggestion. "Surely you have a home out of the wind we could eat in..."