Dawnlark Plains through gutters filled with black debris

It took a moment for the slow-witted warrior to understand what was happening. This was not an assault, but more of a greeting. He was still wary; his body stiff and fur bristling all over. The rumbling in his chest died out gradually, until all that was left was Betelgeuse's slack-jawed staring. He studied the stranger before him — then, deciding he could be less cautious, he drifted nearer with his nose lifting to sniff at the air about the proposed enemy. He was ready to respond with aggression if the need arose, and he was suspicious of this haggard stranger, not realizing that the ruined state of the world contributed to the hungry wolf's state of being.