Haunted Wood allow me to assist

He was restless. Restless and irritated. He didn't necessarily have any particular reason to be, life went on and it shouldn't matter to him. Loyalty to himself first- perhaps there was some wisdom to those ideals. Trust no one. 
He was anxious and wary. His newly limited sight was frustrating, and he could only regain so much control of his body practicing alone. 
So he was relieved- and amused- to stumble upon the male seemingly gnawing on tree bark. 
"I've met wolfdogs. I've met wolf coyotes. But I've never seen a wolf beaver." 
He gave a smirk as he approached, or at least as much of a smirk as his twisted mouth could manage.