Stavanger Bay Now they're turning us into monsters

After some time he found he was no longer alone here; a soft chuff followed by the arrival of a golden man pulled his dark gaze from the horizon. He stared at the other wolf for a few moments before realizing he hadn't made any sound in response or moved anything but his haunting eyes. Zodiac lowered his head a little and breathed a harsh snort from his scarred muzzle. He couldn't remember the last time he had spoken to anyone, and so he couldn't think of what he should say now. He had no idea why he was here. What was he supposed to say? It had been a long time since he needed to know these things, so instead of speaking he just stood there, somewhat frozen, as he continued to stare at the other man.

Somewhere in the distance came the scent of another stranger, and his heart began to race a little as he tried to rationalize the situation, trying to assure his damaged mind that they weren't here to take him anywhere against his will. He swallowed hard, but otherwise kept his impassive gaze on the wolf in front of him waiting for whatever came next.

But his efforts were futile; there was no convincing his addled mind, and panic soon set in, making him feel as though he were unable to breath. He backed away-one step, two steps, three steps, and then he turned and ran. Running was what he did best after all.