THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger...
Hárekr didn't bother to stifle his giggle at the smaller man's indignant squeak. "Wow really? One that big?" His tail wagged and he grinned. "You must be quite the fighter." His mood quickly sobered as a shadow passed for a moment over his face. Yes… everybody was very mean, back there in that place, but that place was not here. Háre smiled toothily. "Aye, though everyone I've met here has been so nice. Everyone offers me food, have you met many Alacritians?"
The smaller wolf moved towards him, pausing as he cut himself on a thorn. "You live in a very prickly place, why this pla-?" Háre's words were cut short as Cesar asked him a most curious set of questions. He felt a strange stirring in his gut a humming in his mind as both eyes narrowed cautiously. "I don't know what you mean… there is only me. Only Háre… " wasn't there? It was just him, right? Maybe he did some really awful things but everyone did really awful things and even if they didn't they were probably thinking about it. "Out of curiosity though, why do you ask?" It was an odd question to fall from the strangers lips and one that put him slightly on edge.
"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
