Swiftcurrent Creek Down the rabbit hole

It turned, and Reaper suddenly realised that he hadn't been stalking a young fox. It was distinctly wolf-like, only much smaller with a whip-like tail and legs much too long for it's body. The dog's eyes widened as it suddenly spotted him. He thought about running, panic quickly rising in his chest, but the young wolf was obviously no threat. It was even possibly a meal. That possibility made him stay, licking his lips as the small creature wandered towards him.

It babbled some strange language at him and wagged it's thin tail. Reaper regarded it with a strange mixture of disdain, curiosity and hunger. This was a wolf? The creatures that he had been told about — fearsome and savage beasts that roamed the wilds and ripped apart any who dared enter their territory. The mutt actually grinned at the thought as the tiny pup gazed up at him, though it came across as more of a pained grimace. He grunted back at the wolf, his eyes flicking up and scanning the area quickly to make sure no larger ones would suddenly come barrelling into the scene.

"Rrnn..." the boy started in an attempt to communicate with his potential meal. Though, he had not spoken in so long and the drugs from the lab had done a number on his brain. Forming a proper word seemed beyond him. "...rrroooo?"