Emberwood Don't put me on display

C A L B R A C H

Calbrach laid his body down, letting his tail hang precariously above the wolf - flicking back and forth. He was in a playful mood, but he wasn't foolish. He could see no danger for himself here, thankfully. He enjoyed rare moments where he had the upper hand, such rare opportunities to relax.

"So, what brings you here then? I'm a loner, nothing brings me anywhere - besides my own legs. No point in even wondering at this point, I don't even know what I'm doing here, to be honest. Although, I could be lying to myself."

He smiled, but felt a twinge of pain. It wasn't like him to speak in riddles, especially ones that sounded so delightfully helpless. He felt a chill which turned to an itch, and that was distraction enough. He looked down at the wolf once again, curious if it was a patient wolf or if it would simply leave him to his loneliness.