You reach what looks to be the back of the cave, where there are many beddings and many things that suggest this is where the pack settles -- perhaps together, even -- when it is time for them to sleep. You don't have time to count the beds, because a wolf greets you.
"Hello," he says, in a slow drawling voice. "I am Kyuwar," he says simply, "a gatherer."
You see that there is, indeed, a pile of what appears to be vegetables and such in the far corner away from the beddings. Keeping meat there would be silly, but obviously it is a good place for a midnight snack. "You found all that?" you ask.
"Naw," he says, "Lothirenad also helps me. But I was out last, so most of it is mine."
A second wolf comes into view. "I have a much more interesting job, which makes it hard for me to rest." His voice is clear and light, but deep. "Ahh, welcome to our lair, wanderor. I am Sequille."
"What's your job?" you ask.
"Oh, nothing really," he says. "I watch the complicated patterns and movements of the Wood, which reveal the weather. I can only be in here for a short while longer, as it will come time for me to, yet again, predict if hunting is ripe. We wouldn't want to send someone out to hunt or gather if a big storm is coming up, you know?"
"Of course," Kyuwar pipes in, "sometimes Sequille here also picks up some non-weather information. People of magic pass through the Forest, trying to get to the Caves I suspect, and we usually keep out of their way."
Sequille nods. "Well, wanderor, as I am going out again to watch the weather, would you like to come with me? I am afraid there are no more wild wolves here."
