Deepwood Weald i kissed a frog at midnight so he sang me a lullaby

The wind, as cruel as it normally was, played in Sang's favor tonight and revealed the whereabouts of the inky stranger far before the greeting reached his ears. When the mystery man finally did come into view, he appeared more as a shadow seeping from the looming woods behind him rather than an actual wolf. "Suppose age is finally catching up to me" he responded with a dip of his head, joints aching as he pushed himself to stand. 

The paragon shifted himself to get a better view of the unfamiliar male, noting the unique set of eyes he held among an otherwise average appearance. The lack of scars along the raven boy's body certainly helped settle some wariness in the pit of Sang's stomach, but suspicion still danced across his features nonetheless.