Lost Creek Hollow mr. ghost goes to town

Sorry, it's set just outside the borders. I'm OK with it if you want to enforce a roll. :)

Would they try to chase and kill him too? Rigor shuddered, then suddenly began to cough. It was not the dry cough that sometimes resulted from a tickle in the throat. It was deep and wet, the hacking of disease. It brought forth a sticky gob of phlegm which he spat noisily onto the grass at his feet, just before another breath of wind delivered a very stark message: You are not alone.

"Don't eat me!" he wailed even as the elderly, misshapen wolf crouched low to the ground, his dislocated lower jaw swinging slightly. In his anxiousness, he began to drool. "I'm harmless! I swear it!" he barked into the darkness, beginning to tremble. He was old, he was tired and he knew he couldn't run anymore. His only choice was to plead for his life and hope these wolves wouldn't try to execute him for the simple sin of being a living, breathing horror show.