Cedar Sweep Blood of a fool

The arrival of another wolf was enough to put his mind at ease, for now at least. She was small, skinny to the point of lithe, and wore a pelt of molten grey and amber which was, to his surprise, quite foreign to his eyes. "Please do," he replied breathlessly to her comment, gulping for air before letting his body slide down onto its side with the gaping wound at his throat clearly visible. At this moment in time, he couldn't care less about her strange behaviour, the hungry look in her eyes as she slunk towards his breathless form, he just wanted the feelings of dizziness and nausea to be chased away into nothingness.