Serpent Lake Bright stars and black roses

The sounds of footsteps neared, getting the young boy's body out of the physical shock state it was in now. He was kind of glad to have a presence so near, although he still wasn't sure if that was a good sign. Back at home he was forced to meet others, now he had a choice. Either ignore it, or embrace it. A soft bump was heard at the same time a voice hit his eardrums. It sounded like a male, and the wolf smelled like one too. The grey hunter smirked again, lifting his head up to look at the male in the process. It looked fox-like, blue piercing eyes and rather healthy for a lone wolf. Well, the boy assumed he was a loner since there was no scent of others clinging to his own. Perfect, was the only thing he thought.

Good,- He coughed, his lungs clearly saying; I hate you for walking so long. here, have the feeling like you're dying. His throat, even after drinking the numbing water, felt like it was burning. But he managed to make his now raspy voice understandable. -morning. He added. The boy took a moment to prepare for the pain that was to come with the next sounds he was going to make into words. Do you perhaps know the area around here?