Thunder Dome death's door

@Stigmata (Silver text is stuff only he can hear.)

You should jump, said a voice beneath the wind. It was almost too soft to hear, but still he heard it. It was soft and sweet, familiar almost, but in that manner that an old friend's voice might be. Half-remembered.

The wolf turned his swarthy face to his right and his gaze focused on something there. An incongruent shape. A flickering, like beams of sunlight fighting their way through a canopy of interwoven tree limbs. Except, it was night. The sky was so thick with clouds that it was a black void, and the lower reaches of the mountain were limited in their own illumination; an eerie gossamer fog brought a dim glow to everything around him.

Sterling — you know you can't ignore me —

The flickering shape moved closer to him, and then a segment - what could've been a head - split in to a grin too long for a wolf's snout; he saw eyes gleaming at him too, but only for a moment, and turned away. Glanced at the shadows and the rolling fog below, almost tempted. But then he huffed and turned in to that shimmering shape, and it broke apart around him — a sharp, tin-can laugh rumbling across the stones that only he could hear.