Haunted Wood Don't get high from your own supply

Last from me <3

This other wolf seemed mad. Something in the mushrooms clicked, and suddenly it wasn't a white spotted male he was looking at. But a large mahogany furred one. Fear welled up in his eyes as he watched Father get closer, snarling. But he didn't do anything wrong. Sasha was gone, why had Father come? Horrified Mordur stepped away from the two. In his mind, this was all a elaborate plan by the wolves of his homeland to kill him. He would not die today. Without another word and turned and ran from Potema and Charon. Supposedly for his life. His black pelt melted into the background without a trace.