Ixen

You see a male wolf ahead of you, standing still and his gaze fixed on the terrain ahead of him. His fur is a mix of various shades of grays and whites, with broad patches of black along his shoulders, back, sides, hips, and smaller patches along his tail. His face also is accented with these black markings, with hues of soft, gentle grays and whites breaking a part the black markings along his ears, brows, cheeks, and a small portion of his muzzle. As you approach, you think that the wolf has not noticed you yet, but a strange crooning croak sounds as the wolf turns his head to fix his olive-colored eyes upon you. He doesn't budge from his position, but instead gives you a friendly, warm chuckle and a nod of his head. "Ah, the ravens said I had company coming. My name is Ixen. Who may you be, stranger?" As Ixen speaks, a flutter of feathers captures your attention and with a rather dramatic landing, a large raven swoops down from the nearby trees and lands besides the wolf. It does a couple of hops, tilts its head to peer at you with one black eye and makes that strange croaking noise that you heard earlier. "And this is Avis, a dear friend of mine."