Broken Antler Fen when we drive

Oh, to be ignorant of the things that stalked the lands. Mephistopheles truly felt for the stranger, so wrapped in his ignorant bliss.

They were on the hunt, yes. Not for someone but something. This bark furred sprinter was likely to not be of much help, but they at the very least deserved to know that something was amiss in these lands. It was Mephistopheles duty as a hunter of the unseen and seen to give warning where they could.

"Worry not, unfamiliar. What I seek, you cannot find." Mephisto shook their head before letting their fiery amber gaze lock onto the strangers more grassy countenance.

"To you I will say this; something is amiss within these lands, something dark is here that you cannot see."

They leaned a hair closer, their head tilting as they observed the lines of scars on the other wolf's throat. The marring of a such a vital place usual held great power in the aftermath, should the carved one survive. Mephistopheles knew they likely weren't the most tactile creature but even they knew that some subjects were likely sore ones.

But something made the fur along their spine ruffle before it was forced flat by sheer force of will. There, from the neck of this wolf they swore they could smell faint traces of darkness. The wound was long closed but something about it felt as though it were still weeping.

"Bare not your throat to it, for some past act against you has weakened that barrier," They whispered, squinting their eyes at the scarring. "The flesh heals first, but something still clings that cannot be seen. Do not let it grow, or it will begin to fester further and consume you."