twisted and terrified

No problem. Thanks for having me.

Good luck, Scratch said in farewell, seeing the wolf leave. With him gone, he was alone again, but feeling a bit better. He hoped that there was several of his kind populating these wilds, but knew that was likely far from the truth. Still, there was hope. His thoughts were interrupted with another grumble coming from his stomach. Oh right, I'm hungry. Gazing at the fish around him, he licked his lips. They weren't going to eat themselves.