Ravenshook Cliffs winter ghost

The dark wolf spoke in terms that sounded as though they were rooted in logic. With the lack of prey in the Teekon wilds, energy was a necessity to survive through the long days. The stranger spoke that he did not want to fight Kierkegaard, and so the ashen male allowed himself to breathe for only a moment. He had not survived on his own for so long by simply trusting the word of others. Keeping a short distance between them, the Sairensu male sought the intense cool water gaze of the darker wolf. It was not until the shadow male mentioned ‘the swarm’ that Kierke drew his ears forward and frowned deeply. The bodies of locusts still littered the land.
 
“I have been gone for a year,” his baritone struck through the cave with a ragged crack. “A lot has changed.” And it had. The world that he had left behind had been lush and lively. The Teekon wilds seemed to have crawled into the depths of hell in his absence. Though he did not think his leaving had anything to do with nature and the turn of the land. It was merely remarkable that the steadiness of the wilds had found turmoil.