Alpine Lake Red Crossroads.

The scent sours, becoming filthy and interesting to say the least. A crinkling of lips and he knows he’s getting closer. Then all of a sudden another wolf is appearing to him, their ghostly eyes revealing themselves. Gold meets blue and then his eyes flick down to those yellowing fangs. This man is fucking sick and anyone with a nose or eyes could tell. Promptly cautious, he doesn’t step any closer. It could be any disease, but one thing he does know is that it thankfully isn’t rabies — mad wolf disease as his parents called it.

They speak, mentioning how Kynareth is a part of a pack and how he’s looking for none other than death itself. Uh oh. This is not good and could easily turn very bad very quickly. 

So he does what he’d do in any other situation, stay calm and collected. “Oh?”
He hums questionably. “It’s a good thing that I too look for death.” He smirks to the other, approaching bravely. “Tell me of this New World that you speak of, friend.” Comes his low inquiry, giving him back the same energy he puts out — murderer.