Whitefish River Paranormal whacktivity

Black holes stared into wispy ghosts before them. Breath was paced, sluggish, controlled. Recalling training that he was guided into (or thrown into, as the outside world would see), perfect stillness was involved. Solely silence would be heard, so that his ears could detect anything in said silence.

The quiet was broken though, as the obnoxious male decided to try and exceed his annoying disposition. Yuda did not comprehend the reasoning behind the actions, but he stayed put in the peace he currently basked in, other than the fact the black wolf stirred up ruckus. It was an overly simple task for the dark-eared boy to bar sound in his meditative state. It came to him that the dickhead wolf was actively trying to obtain the boy's attention. A smirk was not present, but the minute narrow in Yuda's brow lifted in an almost darkly amused way. He'd been witness to wolves drowning, watched with no emotion. Even if the older wolf in the vicinity was struggling for air, the watercolor juvenile would either stare with his dead eyes or simply walk away.