Wapun Meadow i'll never forget that you showed me to make art

Something came close.

Another spindly creature, though he recognized this one as wolf. Unlike the non-wolf that had chased him like a demon from the mountains.

It didn’t mean he trusted a new face immediately. But, it wasn’t the non-wolf.

He didn’t raise his head, but his muscles tried to bunch as the spider of a wolf spoke to him.

He managed to lift his head with some effort, staring blank eyed at the creature speaking to him.

To live is to know that death wants you back. He answered, unsure of what else to say. It seemed as though death had been hungry for his soul ever since he’d taken off after the cat.