Lost Creek Hollow mr. ghost goes to town

No worries. :)

It had been a hint. But the stranger either overlooked it or ignored it. He advised Rigor to keep heading west. The wolf bobbed his head, causing his strange jaw to shudder slightly. He slurped up the rope of cold drool and slowly (and creakily) pushed himself onto all fours. His bobtail remained limp behind him and his orange eyes remained lowered, as did the rest of his awkward, homely body.

"Thanks for allowing me safe passage," he murmured and began to slink in the suggested direction. It was not the crafty, fluid prowl of a normal wolf but the slightly uneven, hunched gait of a lame horse. He quickly faded into the ether, a faint and gargling cough the last sign of his presence before he vanished like a ghost.