Kintla Flatlands The voices inside my head, I hate them.

The dark wolf smiled humorlessly. "Don't we all?" he chuckled drily. Everyone had internal debates with themselves, whether they were sane or not. His, however, were of the less sane variety, if that was not apparent. "But I rarely talk with myself verbally, let alone so loud as before." He scratched an itch on his ear, trying to seem casual, though that was futile.

He gave the wolf another look over and breathed in his scent. "You're a loner aren't you?" he tried to steer the conversation away from his deteriorating mental health. "Travelling through the land or looking to stay?"