Bearclaw Valley do not demons love one another

a dark wolf. 
jaylen knew this one before, and now he watched him from afar, behind ferns and overgrowth that kept his looming figure shadowed. he rolled, crossed his paws, furrowed his brow. unable to find peace- had he not healed from the loss of his mother? no- it had been so long, certainly he was past this... but new things troubled the little canine. jaylen came out at a slow and casual gait, heavy paws marking a trail in the soil and flattening the grasses as he came closer. he paused, eyeing the wolf with wide dark eyes from a distance. something troubling you, friend?