Howzer touched down in the forest after trying to use his wind magic to fly up and survey--finding no sign of a better path or the wolf he swore was following him. Instead, he found a knight in imposing, silver and red armor. Howzer patted his own breastplate with a mailed gauntlet and smiled, albeit witheringly. He had spent plenty of nights worrying over his mother and father. The scraps of bloody cloth the wolf brought to him were from their work aprons--something he recognized without any real need to look twice.

If there was any stress or fear in Howzer, he was doing his best to avoid showing it, especially when he didn't make it a habit of wearing his helm.

"Hey--I haven't seen you around, sir," Small-talk could at least help, he hoped. "So, you're being plagued by that beast too, huh?"