Bonesplinter Ravine Let Dead things lie [m]

A sixth sense tingled at the back of Artok's mind, and though he lay near the edge he lifted large head and stared around him. Golden eyes taking in the shadows, where the stars danced along the edges of the seam of the world. 

His eyes caught sight of a Giant beast, big, bigger than him. Artok didn't usually balk in fear, he actually wasn't sure if he even knew what fear was anymore, but this wolf made him take a second look. Gigantic and brutish. 

See something you like. Or you just like to stare? He called out. Perhaps his age had given him more bravado than most. Perhaps it was simply that he didn't care anymore. If he died he died, if he fought he fought. It was simple really, and so was this. The youth was watching, waiting. Was he watching and waiting to attack or just curious.