edge of the world

An odd man in odd lands.
The pallid male didnt really have a clue where he was, but it was no major concern. Xolan figured that he would come across someone who would have answers for him, but he as in no immediate danger, so he was just content to amble along.
The sun was fading in the sky, setting his pale coat ablaze with pastel oranges and muted pinks; the colors of the quickly darkening sky. He moved at a slow pace, but every motion was purposeful and precise, as if he knew exactly where he was heading, and exactly why he was headed there. A king on a mission.
Xolan could scoff at the thought; he was a far cry from a king. He was a far cry from, well, anything. But the man would not have it any other way.
It was not long until fresh scents filled the air, overpowering any stale scent markers that he might have been unconsciously following. It was an odd scent, undeniably masculine in nature, and instantly, Xolan felt the glimmer of curiosity bloom in his chest. He figured it was just an odd smelling wolf and he would be sorely disappointed, but with the strength of the scent, it was clear that the wolf would not have to wander too far before he ran into the source.
And he was right; a silhouette formed, black as the night that was falling around them, and the figure seemed to materialize out of thin air as it moved about the water's edge. Golden eyes fought to find any type of features, and as his pupils dilated to the night, the build of the man began to form....and it was weird. The creature was coated in wispy hair, which seemed just a little too long a billowy to be normal.
Xolans brow furrowed, and he stopped walking, his gaze glued to the canine. Canine, right? It had to be, but Xolan had never seen anything like it.
The wolf didnt speak, though, he simply watched in a trance-like state, the gears in his brain turning rapidly as he assesed the dark creature.