Wild Berry Meadow what i have done

Time seemed to tick longer as Aurelius' pawsteps rattled dangerously loud in the brittle grasses. Whether or not this beast was a threat, an amicable soul, was unknown to him and so he kept distance on his side. As he neared, the skeletal appearance of the wolf could be seen, twisted and odd in the eyes of The Hunter. His pelt was something of an oddity too; dark with streaks of alabaster, something the brute had never laid eyes on before.

Entranced by the thinness and alien appearance, he seemed to flinch as moment by moment, the stranger's bony skullage turned to face him, bi-coloured eyes gently grazing his own with a soft chuff. He returned the gesture with a curt nod of his own, composing himself to stand tall once more. "Merely passing through," he'd rumble. How did this being get so thin? A freak of nature, perhaps, an abnormality to the brood. "I sense your business here has been disturbed by my intrusion, I apologise, what where you doing?" His molten orbs would watch his company closely, seeking proof that this was, in fact, a dead egg.