Jade Fern Grove got that lettuce, that cabbage, that broccoli

one last, long glance at those strange split eyes - reminding him of the vacant, unpleasant stare of goats - and stigmata confirmed that the male, as brashly and as aggressively as he had approached the situation, wasn't as off-kilter as he seemed. the stranger knew better than to step up, when they could both end up in the grave for it, but it didn't muzzle him in the least; to no one's surprise.

"same to you, wolf," he called casually over his shoulder, not needing to understand the words uttered to return them. whatever the other had meant, the given tones were mutual. watching him turn another direction, stigmata didn't pick up his own pace to exit until he could no longer hear the dark wolf's pounding steps.