Flycatcher Downs the wolf shook his coat and it snowed for days

the gaul shook his muzzle with a vague gesture — he knew nothing about this place, and did not think he wished to know. but the time with himself and the white wolf was coming to an end, and garait knew the decision he would make. "bráther," the gaul murmured in a voice rusted with disuse, flagging his tail gently at his heels to signal that he meant no harm — it was unlike the other knew his tongue.
pacing aside, garait gathered his breath and called in a  low note for @Venextos, licking his dry lips when he had finished.