(Olaf stands at the edge of the settlement and stares into the forest. His face is stoic and serious. When he notices you, he gives you a quick glance and shifts his weight from one leg to the other. He hums in greeting and sighs at your questioning look) The ice wolves are behaving strangely. I have no idea why. But I don't like it (his deep voice sounds. He keeps it short, as usual)
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