Chasing Ghosts

The giant male had heard rumors about these woods, that ghosts haunted the daunting forest. The twist and turns always led back to where you had started, no matter what path you took you always ended back at square one. At least, that is what he had heard. Gwen was a religious man, and in his culture souls did not wander the earth after death. They were taken by Feridun or Givi, depending on how their life was lead and which colour they had been given by the goddess. That, however, did not mean that he was not curious. From meeting Irie he had learned that there were a lot more ways of life than the one he had grown up knowing, and it was worth looking into it. Maybe they had been wrong about ghosts and spirits, perhaps one slipped through every now and then. So the tailless wolf stood at the mouth of the maze, carefully stepping in. As soon as he walked into the woods he could feel the shift of temperature, bringing a chill to his very bones. It made him hesitate, but then he heard a voice calling out. His ears perked up as he followed the sound, it sounded like a child. Had a lost pup come into this place and got turned around? It wouldn't be out of the question, he already felt turned around. When the voice grew silent he paused, waiting until she called again, calling someone a turkey. Where there two lost little ones in here? Now growing concerned, he picked up the pace until he fell into a steady lope, his large paws quickly eating up the terrain. He smelled her now, following the path she had taken. Before long he spotted her, sniffing at the ground and seeming to be looking for someone. He slowed when he was still a distance away, letting out a soft woof so he wouldn't startled her. The girl looked like she was just a year old, hardly a few seasons into her first year. He was a bit thrown off by her height though, even though being around tall wolves was something he was used to. It was just... since he had been here he hadn't run into another wolf who stood even near his height, but she was probably just a little bit shorter than he was. From his time in Ardent though, this girl was the biggest he had run into so far.

Remembering that he had alerted her to his presence, he blinked his dual-toned eyes and took a few more steps towards her. It wasn't hard to see that she was trying to track someone, most likely the one she had been calling after. Gwenaël tried to remember what he had heard, but he had been so focused on finding her that he hadn't payed attention to her calls. Only thing he had picked up was her calling someone a turkey. Or... was it an actual turkey she was looking for? Unsure, he offered the stranger a smile. He shrugged his shoulders to adjust the wreath of roses that lay just in front of them, with a mild winter he had been able to keep them fresh. "Do you need some help looking for your companion?" he offered, a hint of his accent still in his vocals. He spoke to her as if he would any adult, she wasn't truly a pup anymore. Plus, she might think that he was patronizing her, which was not his goal.

"Burn Baby Burn"