Abraxas approaches Skellrar confidently, rain soaking his pelt. He held his head high. "No wolves out tonight," Abraxas says quickly before Skellrar can say anything. He was staring at the ground. Abraxas was very fond of lying, so Skellrar wouldn't be able to tell this time . . . right?
Alkina sniffs the ground lightly. A faint scent of wolf trickles up her nostrils. Even though the wolf she had encountered wasn't a skeleton, she knew he was a soul eater. Which kind of sucks, since he seemed like a decent wolf. Alkina spots a cave near by, but sees wolves have already occupied it. She would continue her search throughout the night.
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