THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger...
Cesar? Huh, was that this odd little coyotes name? Hárekr's left ear flicked back as he continued to gaze curiously at the scrappy little male, pondering if he was Loki in disguise just waiting to play a trick on him. Háre laughed as Cesar offered him some of… whatever that was. Still it was highly amusing how the wolves of Alacritis seemed to want to feed him. First Sin, then Bernadette now Cesar? "So nice," Hárekr purred. "But alas I am full. I've been munching on little songbirds." Hárekr glanced over the scarred and chewed up male. "Are you a fighter of some sort or a punching bag?" He chuckled. "Looks like something's been chewing on you!" Hárekr crouched down to get a better look at the other male, carefully pushing a few thorny brambles out of his way.
Háre wondered if the other male lived here? It was a rather safe little sanctuary and would certainly be difficult to spar in or give chase to the little wolf as he likely had a better idea of how the brambles grew. How interesting… Hárekr felt himself brimming with questions but he did not want to overload Cesar with questions especially as he was not quite sure what the other wolf's mental state really was.
"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
