Shadowwyn Moor Hey, how about that!

The flies were relentless. He knew they were not for him but for the corpses that littered this place. He'd seen the bodies. He'd seen the decaying flesh and the maggots that infested them. No doubt the flies that crawled from their cavities were moving on to fresher things to help speed up this circle of life. Their job was to aid in decay. Kero only wished they'd aid faster.

He turned his nose away, trying to cloud the scent of rotting things from his mind when a bark echoed through the air. Distracted, he'd not noticed the approach of a stranger. His ears turned. His face soon followed as he spied a stranger he'd met when he'd only first begun his adventure in these wilds. The blue one. Well. White and blue.

"Luke!" he greeted, altering his course in the direction of the wolf. "Crazy weather we've been having. Good to see you made it out alive." He neared the wolf and dipped his head in greeting. They'd only met the one time, but so many things had changed since then. Speaking of. "That pack of yours make it?" The one he'd said was forming. It'd been a while. Surely they'd come together by now.