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For a short distance, the stranger followed Kierkegaard. The injured ghost did little to dissuade him, but he did not feel at ease having the unknown so close to his back side. Turning his head a bit, the ashen fellow saw that his companion had trailed to the right to keep a respectful distance. The fur along Kierkegaard’s shoulders danced like quills against the bleak backdrop of the wood. He continued to take a few laborious steps into the thick of their small forest and then he paused with splayed ears and a stiff-legged stance.

“Don’t need a shadow. You can come on over here or piss off,” he growled to the other wolf. Turning his head, the ghost latched his molten stare on the other male’s face and waited expectantly for his pack mate to decide. Kierke would not have cared either way, but he was growing uneasy with the company of the unnamed brute and his quiet, distanced follow.