Greatwater Lake the ghost by the lake

Being the asshole he was, Blindside had a sudden urge to be his true character and be, well, an ass. His inspection was over, he'd taken note of the features of the wolf. Pale in every sense; a true wraith.

The bird cooed again, sharply, before launching forwards; setting into flight. He snapped his talons forward and scraped them through the wisps of fur and angled his tail to fly upwards and away, provided he hadn't been caught in his bold move and was now flailing under the jaws of the wolf.