Black Morass Entombed me

Again, he wandered. Aimlessly enjoying his days as they grew shorter with winter quickly approaching. The chill in the air could be felt through the pale pelt of his and though he was coloured appropriately for the weather to come, he wasn't quite fond of it. Nor was he fond of summer... both extremes made him feel out of sorts in a way - and so, he was clinging to the beauty of autumn just a little while longer. While the sun still felt warm in the day.

During his meandering, a strange black individual caught his eye. Digging in the ground and they didn't look quite... full wolf. Someone his father would have surely mocked and disliked for the impurities in their blood - but for Abaddon, he didn't mind. A lot of them were freaks, strange-looking in comparison to the wolves he was so accustomed to seeing, but nothing more. 

Interested in certain herbs himself - despite not being all too obvious about it - he approached with curiosity.