Haunted Wood Abdim's stork

The wolf with willowy limbs drew nearer, eyes trained on the basking figure of Siskin. When he had closed some of the space between them, the dark figure lifted his chin and revealed his throat - scarred and tattered from an injury that must have happened some time ago. What a pity that he had endured such things.

Ah, I see… well that’s alright. I needn’t anything more than a bit of company.

Siskin offered a toothy grin.

The river would provide him with all the conversation he needed, anyway. This dark figure could rest his paws for a moment, enjoy the rays of sunlight that were cast through the trees. If anything, Siskin could talk enough for the both of them.

Are you hungry? I’ve got rabbit here, his lean figure darted to a nearby stump, sniffing for his spoils.