Redhawk Caldera Lost boys go to Neverland

Peter jumped, when a dark wolf came into his sight, and froze in his tracks. He stared at the tall figure with fear stricken eyes and his tail made a feeble attempt to wag. For some reason this stranger - out of all he had met this far - didn't seem like the rest, yet... what could he know for sure. There were new people he met every day. And they were friends, right?

So, he force a small smile and sat down, trying to appear as small as possible, while looking up at the wolf, whose stench made the blood in his veins go cold. He had caught this smell once or twice - food, not exactly fresh, but still edible. And, what was uncomprehensible to him was, how could a living person reek of... death. It was not a figment of his imagination - it's every breath was full of it. 

It spoke to him and he looked away, beginning to tremble.