Haunted Wood Hand in Hand

He smiles when she finally begins to relax. Unsure of exactly what’s gotten her so tense, or maybe she’s always like this. He has no clue. Yet he’s warm to welcome her and his eyes brighten up when she offers him to walk with her.

Then she asks him about the trades, he knows already what he’s going for. “Mercenary and hunter.” He states simply with a meager shrug of his shoulders, walking beside the smaller wolf.

Then he gazes down to her. “What has you so tense, amiga?”