Smoke rising from a once silent cabin

Newbie Joined: Jul 04, 2013 Posts: 1

A once sleeping cabin too the east of Silverhedge would seem to have awaken, a small stream of smoke rose out of the chimney along with the resounding ringing of a hammer hitting wood rung out amongst the trees. It was obvious the older man was no carpenter as the boards he replaced weren't done well, likely too lead too some leaks, yet it still looked more welcoming.

The cooking fire would be lit, and some of the grass that had over grown would be cut short. Normally seen near the river was a large Dire Wolf, it's coat a dull grey, one eye milky with yellowing teeth. Though it was likely a sight too behold in its younger years, it's left ear would be torn, a thick scar running down the top of its head, through the dead eye, down along its muzzle to end in a split nostril. It'd often pace around the glade, keeping a watchful eye on the wilds around.

Though not only the wolf would be seen in the glade, but a older man as well, seemingly pushing close too fifty winters, though bis stride would be that of a younger man. His hair and goatee were peppered black, the right side of his face being horribly scarred looking as if it was shredded by teeth In his younger years. Often seen fishing or slipping between the trees on the outskirts, one may have seen the present of the green edge ranger Reith in his presence, as he now occupies Cal's old cabin.

The glade would seem to have a peace around it, animals coming and going unhindered, though he'd permit no violence, it was a sanctuary to those whom came with good will.