Shivering against the cold wind, I tugged my cloak closer around me as I huddled over my small campfire. The howls and screams of the denizens that inhabited the Dreadlands filled the night air and I took small comfort from the light of the full moon, resigning myself to a long night alone when a soft, feral howl startled me.

Grabbing up my bow, I stood cautiously as an immaculate wolf padded into the light of my fire, panting softly, its head tilted as it watched my reaction. Reaching carefully into my pack, I pulled out a small bit of rabbit left from my evening repast and tossed it to the beast. Nodding in approval, the wolf stepped forward, transforming into a human male to shake my hand.

"Well met, Wyndforge." His deep voice resounded with quiet peace in the land around him.

"I am Fariel Wyndwalker. Travelers to the west spoke of your path several hours ago and nothing since. These vast lands are dangerous and I felt it best to discover your well being. Might I share your fire with thee?"

Waving my hand to indicate that he should make himself comfortable, I poured him a cup of the hot cider left warming on the edge of the fire, my thoughts on the only other human druid I had met in my travels, the beautiful druidess of Surefall Glade. We sat quietly enjoying a companionable silence for many moments, when he nodded to my pack and smiled gently. "You may, of course."

The night grew long as I painted by moonlight and we spoke of the many wonders seen in this new land to pass the time. The last touches finished, I bent to wipe my brushes when an unnatural peace settled upon me. Glancing up at Fariel, who stood quiet meditating, I beheld the wolven spirit of his nature surround him and step forth upon the mortal coil.

Our paths parted in the dawn of the new day and tho' I have not seen my friend again, memories of that evening and his incredible spirit remain with me.