Haunted Wood Brighter And Brighter

Skwol levelled his eyes on the back of Nevouku's head as the trio pushed into the woods. For the sake of the little shadow he bit his tongue and hid the fact that he did not find the older male's fear endearing and only moderately endurable, despite the bit of amusement he held over Lucy's leadership. Had he known them longer, had they been packmates of his, the white wolf would have imparted some tough love on that male and told him in no uncertain terms to get a grip.

Lucy reassured her companion, casting a wink Skwol's way. He smiled back at her and realized then how negative and intolerant his thoughts had become. The heat of hunger was in his belly — and that always made him grumpy.

"I'm sure the trees don't bite," he quipped, making an effort to shed his moodiness. "But I'll bite them back if they do, heh."