You come up to an older wolf meddling and cursing at a jumble of heather. His face is softly worn with age, gray peppered around his muzzle and eyes. His lunar accents brightening when he snaps a bit of twine and curses before dimming again. The wolf finally seems to notice you glancing up, "Oh, hello there. You've probably been there for a while huh?" The wolf sighed pushing aside the mess of heather. "I'm Johnson, I've been part of the pack for a while. Not as long as Ashen and Brentford, but it's something." Johnson turns his attention to some young wolves wrestling deeper in the den. "Sorry, it's been a little hectic since my mate passed, I'm on alert." He sighs once again looking at you with worn and mournful eyes. "Would you like to meet the pups?" The sounds on wrestling stop and two young wolves emerge. "We're not pups anymore." The darker one mumbled shyly. "You still have a long way to go." Johnson chuckles nudging the wolves out of the den. "Go be productive, help Handsome Jack gather some herbs. He's had his paws full recently." Johnson turns back to you offering some of the heather. "Sorry to cut this conversation short. I've been rude ignoring you, but I need to finish this bundle and go out for the next hunt." He smiles at you warmly before sending you off.
