Warmed within and without by hot suckling pig and a fire, the great grey wolf addresses the company:

"Hear now the story of the Wolf King and the Truce of the Iron Hills!

When the nights are long and the winds blow cold with the first of the winter snow The wolves come down through the Iron Hills as they have since long ago, For they'd sworn a truce with the valley folk who held their farms below.

At the head of the pack was the old Wolf King, and a gaunt grey wolf was he - Long of fang and thick of coat, with a bright and gleaming e'e, And he led the pack through the Iron Hills and they came down three by three..."

--IceWolf