Haunted Wood My oh my!

He stands and shakes off his body, a few pieces of loose fur flying off from him and he gazes over to her. “I don’t blame you.”

He paces lazily. “Oh you have no idea.” His deep voice replies back.

He stops his incessant pacing and those ivory hues stare into her own eyes. They might as well have been staring straight into her soul. “What do you think is the best course of action to take with this pack?” He asks this with a certain twinkle in his eye, lips twitching into a smile he tries to resist.