Firefly Glen Follow the Signs

Have to make a trail, have to be convoluted without reason, without a proper trail, have to confuse and lose. He thought over and over to himself as he wandered the glen, a ghost of pale and red with nothing left but an empty void that once shine true in that eye. The flame flickered out, all he could do was try to survive and make it to the next day. The next day, one by one they would become easier, it's what allowed him to go through with the burn he had lived through previously.

The snarl caught his attention first, adrenalin forcing the man to move to face the direction from which it came. The wicked face he already held twisted in his own snarl, defensive, offensive, hell he didn't know. Whoever it was, he was no easy prey - a fight to the death would be the highest of honour; of course... provided that he wasn't devoured. Even he didn't think being prey to another was an honourable way to disappear into this world. On top of it all there were two who lurked around him... the odds were not in his favour. Was today the day for the paladin to cease existing?

With hackles raised, the question was curious. There was no immediate meet of teeth and pain, but isntead of questions and answers. Cannibal. Who indeed was a good question, something he wasn't even certain the answer was to that. Don't know. He didn't have time to check, just to leave with what little of him was left.