Haunted Wood I used to be somebody.

The boy went off. He returned in short order, a husk of some long-dead animal clutched in his teeth. He did not pause long, and tossed the desiccated thing down to where Revui could savor it. The beastly wolf descended upon the offered meat and glut himself upon it, leaving no time to breathe as he ripped it to pieces and devoured. It sank to his hollow belly and left him wanting.

Then the boy was demanding answers; he spoke, and Revui regarded him as an otter might observe a fish - hungrily.

Have you seen rain? When the season changes, it becomes snow. That was more than he was willing to share considering the quality of the meat; but it was enough. It was all he would share unless the boy gave him more - but he doubted the child would linger much longer. At least he'd gotten a mouthful out of it.