Lost Creek Hollow I'm just doin' my job here.

her orders.
settling on his haunches, merrick carefully watched each of the man's movements, from the pull of his limbs, to the guarded expression of the haunted beast. he had not known the leaders to simple demand something from a hollow wolf; therefore, this creature had done something to warrant a punishment. given the wolf's crouching body and generally wary demeanour, merrick could only assume he was far beneath himself in hierarchy.
"what did you do?" he asked, copperburned eyes unblinking as he lay them upon the other's form. there was no reason to assume social niceties with a basic outcast, and if the man glanced his way, the young wolf would hold his eyes.