Flycatcher Downs did you bring your knife? yes sir!

he knows he has wandered too far again when he realizes he cannot remember the last time he saw @Absynthe. it doesn't bother him as much as it should. the days have blended together, passing with little sleep and nothing to fill his stomach but poppy seeds. every so often he collapses, laying for an hour or two only to rise again twice as restless, blood burning through his veins.
he almost doesn't notice the women, gaze fixed unblinkingly on the ground between his paws as he walks. his eyes sting and water. he catches the scent and his attention snaps upward, blinking the blurriness away rapidly. it is a strange scene to have stumbled upon. none of the women appear fully wolf, to him, but one is built and painted in distinctly different ways. they share between them a tension he does not wish to involve himself in, but something about the scene prickles at him.
sighing, he allows the urge to guide him forward in time to hear the louder of the pale wolves speak, only registering some indistinct murmur from the other. "creeps that can snatch you and screw you up," he echoes haughtily as he draws nearer, amusement coloring his tone. "would you happen to know much about those?"