Dawnlark Plains through gutters filled with black debris

Ive had a super shitty week and a very long weekend of work, so this is probably nonsense! Sorryyy.

The stranger looked at him for a moment, and then spoke. They seemed to share a dullness betwixed the two of them, stating the obvious to-and-fro. Betelgeuse grunted as a response, implying acquiescence, and then took a bold stride closer to the stranger, perhaps to appear imposing and to intimidate. He did not do anything aside from walk by him, letting the fur of his tumultuous scruff and shoulders barely touch upon the stranger as he did so — and he murmured, Yes, but why.

He let a momentary silence fall between them, but then severed it with a small cough, adding: The bugs, they do not frighten me. Ah, so he could string together a proper sentence. And you, he leveled his dim eyes upon the stranger, turning abruptly and ignoring the man's personal boundary as he thrust his snout towards him, sniffing and snuffling like a wild pig across the man's pelt in search of clues, You look upon me like food? A strange question indeed.

Perhaps not a question at all, though. Betelgeuse did not know what else would draw a wolf out in to the open like this. If he was not hunting for something to eat, then what else could he be hunting for but the company of another wolf? Either way - as friend or food - Betelgeuse was not eager to take part.