Barrow Fields Surrounded and up against a wall

Tybault didn't even see the other wolf until his chuff startled him. His hackles bristled and he faced the green-eyed man with the ghost of a snarl rippling across his features before he realized it was just some dude. Sitting on one of those weird mounds. What the hell.
What do you want? He asked, not dismissive or demanding but simply curious. Seriously, what could he possibly want from Tybault? It didn't look like he was doing anything or going anywhere; it looked like he was just sitting there, watching. Was he waiting for people to pass by or something? Tybault hoped he never got that lonely. Surely he would find Ophelia before that happened.