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

Skwol grunted in acknowledgement and turned his head to let his eyes roam. Neither wolf knew the area at all. It had been some time since he had encountered any scent or trace of the devils and he wondered if perhaps here — this endless sprawl before him — was where he should stop. But the white wolf was not yet prepared for that. His gaze turned back to his companion just as the male called for another. He waited until the last note of the summons had gone quiet, and then dipped his head and said his farewell.

"See you later."

Skwol loped away then, aware that he had left behind half a carcass that would sustain him, but also feeling that the other male's mouth needed it more — and maybe so did whoever he had called for.