GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Hárekr gazed at the man, taking in the description of the wolf he was searching for. He was as tall as Háre, a few shades of gray with blue eyes. Well he knew of a strange little gray wolf with blue eyes but he was tiny and he was Cesar and probably not the wolf the scarlet man was looking for. Hmmm…. he sat down, eyes narrowing slightly as he pondered. Mind racking through all the wolves he’d met recently but alas he came up with no one that seemed like an appropriate match. Háre shook his head. “No. I have not seen anyone like that. I’m sorry.” He offered a lopsided grin. “I wish you luck. I must get going, goodbye.” He dipped his head deeply to the other to show that it was a parting gesture, not one of agreement. Time was traveling swiftly and he needed to get back to Yfir before sunset.
-exit-
"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
