Greatwater Lake Those Who Meet Must Part

Snake's eyes were trained hungrily upon his "new friend". His chest heaved with his inane passion for the darkness, and with it he seemed to swell. If the other wolf had been concerned about the difference in their statures then, he certainly should be now. The darkness seemed to invigorate the wolf, giving him a natural high that swelled him upwards like a balloon. His wide green eyes picked up every movement that happened in the woods behind him. The fiend's eyes grew impossibly wider and he lowered his face down to the stranger's, his breath spilling hot and imposing. "My mother's dead, unfortunately," he said, not sounding sad at all. In fact, he said it conversationally, but there was a dangerous undertone that suggested that this wolf better keep his attitude in check or there would be...trouble. 

"Sssso," Snake began, leaning in closer. "Do you perhapsss have a name, missss?"