Bramblepoint the devil's right there in the details

Maybe there's been a mistake. Mou has encountered so many wolves that look like him — maybe this person had him confused. They didn't appear to be in their right mind. He watched her, not moving from his hiding place, until he was sure she wasn't getting up again. Adrenaline warmed his flesh and caused his heart to thunder like a war drum, but he refused to budge. Mou watched her as if his life depended on it, just in case she was faking or — well, he couldn't really think.

Gradually he grew too curious and slipped out of the shadows, drifting with his ghostly steps, and he called out to her in his ruined voice, Who'es Screeh? If she managed to wake he wouldn't be near; he made sure to keep moving with his quick, quiet crawling. If she had the energy to rise against him again, he would run. Deep down he knew he should do more but Mou needed to hear it from her - he needed whatever knowledge she possessed - because he needed to know himself.

The shadows flickered expectantly, and he felt a calm descend upon himself and the forest. The after-effect of the adrenaline. A presence. Sithis. Mou blinked, feeling his eyelid slide across the stone set in his face, and hoped that the god was with him.