Moonspear Road kill has its seasons

Someone please take care of poor Galaxy's body????

It happened so fast - first he was idling and trying to figure out a course along the mountain without disturbing anyone, maybe considering going home, but then all of a sudden there was the frenetic thundering of steps. Screech looked in the direction of the stampeding sound with his ears up and eyes wide. The stranger that came careening from the hillside came from the other side of that invisible line - they were a pale specter, spooked no doubt by something bigger than themselves.

They came clear across that line and stood panting just outside of it, with Screech standing there looking surprised but, with his puffed scared-cat tail calming down, it wagged in a friendly manner. Just as he opened his mouth to say hello, the pale wolf dropped dead right in front of him.

Uh -- what? He blurted after the longest time. A part of him wanted to close the distance and inspect the wolf; from afar they looked young versus really seriously old, so the whole... Not being alive thing... Made no sense. It barely computed in Screech's mind to begin with. Are -- are you okay? Hello? He couldn't move, struck dumb by the happenings around him, and just kind of, well, stared. His voice got louder with each call until he realized: they'd totally blame him for this.

And, like a real piece of shit, Screech didn't call for help. Instead he mustered up all his willpower and bolted the fuck outta there.