road

Always early to rise and late to bed, Haunter spent a lot of his time at the borders or hunting. Today the latter choice was bypassed in favor of a lack of appetite, so he took to his usual rounds. The black wolf had never much cared for greeting newcomers, and if it were up to him they'd all be chased away on the simple principle that wolves were meant to steer clear of marked lands and some chose to hang around anyway just to "see what would happen." It sickened him.

He was just grimacing to himself on this fact when a new scent reached his nostrils, and he found himself looking ahead as a dark figure moved languidly towards him. Haunter paused on spidery legs, yellow eyes watching the large female without open wariness or interest. He seemed to be just looking, his one ear twitching slightly. Fox's scent drifted to him, and he knew that this was one of their own, so he withheld any aggression he felt then and simply waited until she got close enough to hear him rasp out a question.

"What's your name, newcomer?"