Sun Mote Copse close your eyes, you’ll leave this dream

An answer! Yes, yes yes! Soon someone would arrive. A poster boy, a glimpse, a taste of what the locals are like. How would they act? Agressive? Welcoming?

Ah, a tentative one.

It's nothing he isn't used to by now. Most wolves he came across act this way. He's surprised the juvenile hasn't ran by now, or at least call for more friends. "Come quickly! A strange beast is on our borders!" He expected the boy to say something along those lines. Parasite frowned. The boy came closer, asked him a question. Parasite smiles. Tentative he may be, but a runner? No.

Good!

I did! He nodded his head and took a step closer. Your home is so nice! My sister loves places like this. Places filled to the brim with food. So much food... how many wolves lived here? He parted his lips to taste the air, to attempt to differentiate one scent from another. He hoped there were dozens.

Has she passed by recently?