Two Rivers Isle better get back to the black hole sun

Just as he was about to doubt his senses, he saw movement once again, a patch of snow shifting on its own accord. No, a wolf! The stranger rose, revealing himself as a figure taller than Redshank, his fur a stark white that rivalled the blanket that covered the forest. The boy narrowed his eyes, holding his ground even as the other began to stalk forward on stilt limbs, his gait almost ghostlike as he swept by the trees.

He studied the boy's heterochromatic gaze, though no recognition stirred within him. The other was a complete stranger, someone who thought it would be fun to tail him for reasons Redshank wasn't entirely sure of. He growled lowly. Back off.