Haunted Wood They say flowers can open new paths

Ruby eyes shifted toward a dark shape. One pale ear swiveled upon the wolf’s head. Shiranui had only seen a dog once, chasing through faraway fields and barking into the air. This one looked to share its blood with the wild things, but not fully. There were distinct signs of domestication, things that did not belong to the hunters of the world.

The greeting was unfamiliar. Shiranui kept his gaze trained on the unfamiliar figure. The one ear upon his head remained turned to the side, seeking sounds from the forest, hunters who would seek to approach without being heard. The white wolf did not know if the dog traveled alone, or if he had gathered other hunters.

Shiranui did not move, but he watched from his place in the foliage. The red of his eyes begged the question, what do you want?