Two Rivers Isle better get back to the black hole sun

The specter moved like a vision of a madman. His lengthy strides allowed him to break away at the distance that had spread between them. Inky leather lips had parted to reveal yellowed canines and plumes of breath that drifted over his head. The sable-colored stranger seemed as though they wished to be a roadblock in the way of an immovable force. The ghost welcomed the challenge of this fiery and sickly-looking boy. The defensive position that he took was intelligent. This wolf was not accustomed to battle beneath the depths. His figure was smaller, but his knowledge of the land might have lent him the upper hand.

Smokestep rushed forward in a last-minute sprint and extended his neck in an attempt at a playful nip on the other male's flank. His efforts would be to teasingly jostle the lad before darting past him in a spray of snow and deep-throat chuckles.