Broken Antler Fen when we drive

Mephistopheles released a dry, mirthless chuckle at the stranger's response. Once more, it was a fair sentiment. Maybe even one that they would have once had themself. But the eyes once opened could not be forced closed again, such a time had long passed where they could turn back.

"How good to be you, unfamiliar," Mephisto replied, shaking their head slowly. "Be ye wary on your path however, as evil rarely shows itself in the light until it is too late."

And then the pull, tugging at their chest like a string wind onky they could feel. It was time to move on.

The dark furred wolf took a step back, turning their nose to to wind. "This is where I leave you, the hunt must continue."

Following the instinctual compulsion, Mephistopheles started off at an easy trot. They moved with a particular single mindedness, as if they hadn't just had a strange and one sided conversation just moments prior.