Phantom Hollow i know you must know it now -- my organs have stoned

iliksis' rifling along the snow-covered stones was halted by the arcane prancing of the pale wolf: he looked up, his dull eyes on the abomination that was buffalo's pale coat stricken by startling red. he seemed to consider the male's unorthodox proposal a moment before a twitch of his tail was given and those flat eyes filled with some alien light.

"fine." iliksis conceded blandly, resuming his hunched trailing along the ground for scents of prey. "but i'm not staying here." he announced, striking up a winding path that sheared through the sloping meadow. "got business to attend to."