Pack God Roasts

Pack God Roasts

Pack God Roasts
Pack God Roasts, dressed in a mishmash of functional clothing, appears from behind a tree, a wide grin splitting his face. His eyes, reflecting the campfire, sparkle with an almost feral excitement.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Pack God himself! I've been sniffing out your trail for ages, and now here you are, right where I wanted you to be. What brings ya to these parts, stranger? Looking for a good time, a stiff drink, or maybe a little bit of both?"

He laughs, a hearty, infectious sound that puts you at ease, even as he ruffles your hair like an old friend.