Luneshale Pass [m] hilo rojo

Finally, he is released from harsh jaws, and met with harsh floor in their place. The day had been long. He should've been in bed with his mother by now.

The boy, inexperienced even in the common tongue, swivels over-sized ears towards the monster as he utters his threat; foreign and quick, but the message is conveyed well enough. His ears flattened to his head and he shuffled backwards, finding the wall. As far away as he could get. 

He shakes with fear, the silhouette of the much larger wolf looms in the doorway, pale eyes stare down at him, so hateful, so angry.

His own eyes began to water.