The Heartwood Bed Time Snack

Wicken said in dismay as he realized the wolf was speaking to him. He felt isolated and terrified in his current situation that was oh so reminiscent of the events that had transpired recently, and he felt even hungrier as he realized his quarry was soon to escape his grasp. Whatever grasp he had left. He flinched away from the sound of the strangers voice and faced awkwardly to the side with his eyes downcast to avoid the eyes of the wolf. Wicken had not spoken in days, so the words were hoarse and scratchy when they did come.

I'm just passing through. I... I'm just hungry is all, and there was food that passed this way. I will leave you to your business, and I'm sorry for the intrusion. Wicken tried his best to be polite to the stranger, and his voice revealed a youthful undertone despite the misuse. His stance was rigid as he prepared to dart for his safety in the event he was rushed for an attack. Wicken had no idea what to expect from wolves in these lands.