the haunting

"had to see me again? what?" he asked, ears slicking back against his skull in surprise. Casmir had not met a lot of wolves, let alone odd she-wolves who said they 'had to see him.' her eyes ensnared him; not unlike a mouse, the boy gazed helplessly into her cobra-stare and shook his head. "n-no. i mean, i like to see people, but i don't have to see them, you know?" he stammered, unaware he was babbling.

he became aware of another presence, but, because he didn't see anything, the boy paid no heed to the feeling prickling along his spine. "i'm Casmir. I live at the Plateau. What's your name?" he inquired with a friendly wave of his tail.

the boy was in possible very bad straits indeed, but had no clue.