Lost Creek Hollow soul cleave

it was a fiend he had called to, stigmata could see that, but he was not to be deterred by appearances, and further still he didn't fear the reaper's hound. he was cautious, as one should be in the presence of a hooded figure, but a natural-born sense of curiosity compelled him closer still. he went as near as four wolflengths from the other male, and wondered at the stranger's brand of intelligence when he gave him no verbal return. stigmata decided to graduate from making noise to using his silvery voice, and see if it elicited a different response.

"care for a stranger's company?" he rumbled with genuine regard, feeling eager to find out if this unpredictable wolf's initial impression of him -- which had allowed him this close -- had waned at all since coming nearer.