Cedar Sweep nordstjärna

Nighttime is peaceful, but also harbors many secrets. Reyson had been one of those secrets for years. Had gone into places silent, deadly. Nighttime didn't bother him like it did others. If you looked close enough, there was more than enough activity in the boughs of shadows. 

He lifted his head and sniffed, this wolf smelled alone. There was a tension in the air. 

Reyson is not a talkative, wolf. Much preferring short, stilted sentences. Cutting them off, before he said more than he meant too or should. He shifted in the darkness, moved forward a touch, and dipped his muzzle down.

"I'll help."

Without waiting for an answer or even to see if the wolf was following, Reyson veered towards the way he had been going, nose down. Tongue tasting the air, they would find this wounded beast and the other wolf would eat it, or they would share it. It depended on the size.