Shadewood get used to it

Just noting that since this thread is dated at the beginning of May, the effects of the famine haven't really occurred yet -- especialy since Constantine would have been well fed from a strong and plentiful pack.. so he wouldn't be weak from hunger. :)

The woman changed her tune – indicating to the swarthy wolf that she was indeed loopy. What creature painted their face so gruesome and tried to make friendly talk by inviting themselves in to the conversation of two others?
 
His patience had more than waned – Emaleth was missing somewhere, and he was trying to find her. Instead, he was dealing with some old crone who appeared to only have one eye – and her intent was to push the illusion further.
 
The brown she-wolf at his side cared little for the ghosts’ company as well – and while the ivory female felt compelled to argue her way out of the situation. Constantine did not feel the need to repeat himself.
 
His own snarl erupted from him, but not without his own stocky form lunging forward agilely. His lunge was snake-like, his ears drifting back to his skull in protection, and his nape scrunched to keep his throat from harm.  He would aim to barrel in to her form  at the shoulder, his jaws aiming to snake out and grasp toward the side of her neck – he was out to injure, should she not have gotten his first demand of leaving.