Ravensblood Forest making splinters

Dogmeat was content to stay his distance and wait out the wolf -- but it seemed the world, tumultuous in its rotation, lumbered on without regard for the plans of the mortal order. The sunken hazel of his gaze fell on a bird -- a stupid bird -- in horrified alarm as it alerted the wolf-thing of his presence in the somewhat near vicinity.

Dogmeat's ears both folded flat against his skull in discontent as the shadow jauntily swung towards him. There was no point in rising -- even if Dogmeat tried, his limbs would protest. Already he could feel a cold exhaustion seeping him, an exhaustion he feared he may not rise from again.

The not-wolf seemed content to mind his distance, though this did not assay any doubt or fear the dog had for the thing. It spoke and for a moment Dogmeat's ears flew forward in outrage -- he, waiting for death? He sucked air between his teeth in a hiss, quickly refuting the wolf-thing's ominous speech. "Not today." He gritted, though he said nothing else. His gaze fell upon the bird and a new hunger clamped his shrunken stomach.