Stavanger Bay reunion

Turns out, they sent the creepiest looking motherfucker there ever was to guard their borders, and Zamael resisted a visible shiver as he walked up. What the actual shit? He looked like a skeleton, a walking fuckdamn skeleton. He swallowed, taking the barest step backward as he came to a stop, watching the man with wary eyes.

I'm not trespassing, he said in reflex, thinking of Takiyok. See? He nodded to their piss-line, then down at his paws. Not over the line. Cross my heart, dude. He thought about just carrying on, moving north. . .

But then again, was he really gonna pass up the chance to talk to the most goth wolf ever?

Hi, Zamael said slowly, nodding at a similar pace. I, uh-- What's this place called?