Alpine Lake sans

This takes place at ALPINE LAKE. I did not realize Saints had moved -- whoops!

After some contemplation, he had picked his way down the mountains, finding winding paths into the canyon, feeling the shadows overwhelm him. He falls into darkness, some madness; having not eaten or slept much and drank only trickles from the mountain streams he is.......

Sans. Simply without.

And he finds the canyon completely empty. The wolves that were here have gone.

He craves company; the seer's presence had brought alight a flame within him but it's since flickered out. He needs more, he needs more, he needs flesh and bone, hearts, souls—

Friends. Or enemies. Whatever. Either works. He is hungry. And so he travels.

After a few days of restless loping, following the trail, Donatien stumbles toward a place so laden with scents he's instantly drunk upon it, and stops, sucking in the air. Here, here are strong wolves, and whatever he lacks in strength he makes up for in cunning. He knows it; he knows he can be of use to them and them to him and....! Oh! The possibilities!

His baritone howl, so dark and deep and alien from his bony chest — it sounds over the lake, bouncing off the water, within the waves and the shore—

Take me! I am yours!