Haunted Wood Don't get high from your own supply

Mordur loved freedom. It seemed the moment he left Sasha's side, he had a new personality. Sure he would miss Sasha, but now he was his own wolf. No one could hurt him anymore, he could hunt for himself and answered to no one. Just how he liked it. Walking through the dark woods, his slick black pelt melted in with his surroundings. He slid past trees, his slumped style of walking gave him the appearance of a snake, twisting its way through the forest. That was until, he heard a voice. A female, and he stopped in his tracks. She was eating mushrooms, and yelling at birds. He though that strange, but he wasn't the judgmental type. You do you.

He snuck up, a respectable length from her but silently he walked. What're those for? He spoke, hazel green eyes watching the white wolf cautiously.