Blackfoot Forest Here I am, I've come so far.

Although his anxiety remained, he felt an odd pull to better see the one-eyed wolf who spoke to him. Venamis, cautious and uncertain, maintained his bristled appearance as he shifted closer inch by inch and nostrils flared in attempt to familiarise with his scent.

All this merry talk of hunting and murder was enough to cause his raven ears to spring forward in surprise, and he ceased his ginger steps. "Cool," the youth drawled, fearful of being turned on but intrigued to understand what spurred this bloodthirsty behaviour. "How did it feel to kill someone?"