Haunted Wood A lonely road

He heard those footsteps approaching him, all the more apparent now that his eyes were closed. But he couldn't bring himself to care about them. Perhaps whoever it was would kill him, or perhaps he was already dead. You are alive? Came a voice now. An odd question, but he opened his eyes nonetheless and slowly rose to a slanted sitting position. When his eyes landed upon what he could only assume to be the source of the voice, a wolf of various monochrome shades, he then looked around him.

His eyes landed upon her again, and when they did, he uncertainly responded with, ... I suppose I am. He sounded displeased with the realization. Bernard said nothing more after that and merely stared at the wolf before him with no emotion behind his eyes.