Lost Creek Hollow mr. ghost goes to town

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He saw a silhouette shuffle nearer and pressed his belly closer to the ground in response to the quiet growl. "Why would we eat you?" came a gruff voice. Rigor lifted his eyes and squinted, trying to make out the wolf's face. It was too dark and his eyesight wasn't so good anymore. He wondered if the stranger couldn't see him properly either, else he might not have asked that question.

"Because of what I am," he replied in a slightly quavering voice. "Can't you see me? I'm an abomination. The last pack I crossed paths with tried to chase me down and kill me before I had a chance to tell them I meant them no harm." He coughed again, the noise a bit drier and raspier this time. "I only just outran them," he revealed, turned slightly to glance over his shoulder.

But he didn't want to take his eyes off this wolf for long either. Rigor faced him again, lazy eye rolling, jaw hanging oddly, looking ancient and disheveled and as if he ought to have been drowned at birth.