Bad things made me but that don't mean I'm bad for them

As winter approached he moved further south, following the growth of medicinal plants, although he had no base of operation where he could store the herbs he gathered. The bird had stayed with him longer than he had the year before and he was grateful for the company as he wandered aimlessly through the lands of Boreas. The dusty wolf had considered following the bird to the southern continent but with the threat of the giant Abacus wolves present the idea had quickly lost it’s appeal.

The two wandered further and further South and Spider already began to miss the biting chill of the north and the white furred prey he could catch as they struggled through the thick snow drifts. Prey may have been scares but he had always eaten well, especially with the bird to help him heard prey, but staying North would have only been more uncomfortable for his companion as the temperature began to drop.

“I am sorry about this Spider.” The bird said morosely from the wolf’s back .

“I-i-it’s f-f-fine. I d-d-d-don’t m-m-mind.” The wolf stuttered in response, a wistful smile on his lips. More than the prey or the weather he missed the characters he had met there, the golden furred male who had treated him so kindly, and the massive glacial wolf he had tended to. “Gabe” as he had called himself had been much nicer to him than he had been used to and he almost wished he had stayed with the male just a bit longer if only because he seemed like great company, in spite of the hateful jeering of his brother’s voice.

The wind changed and he stopped for a moment. It was him! The male he had just been thinking of! He moved at a quickened pace, his heart fluttering although he wasn’t quite sure why, bounding over the soft grass, surrounding the lake, the bird following with his head cocked, while Spider followed the scent until…Until he saw just how wrong he had been.

There had been a brief moment where he stood face to face with the male, his ears perked, two-toned eyes alight and a small smile on his face as he expected to find the male from before, but quickly dropped the gleeful stance into one of pure terror. His ears pinned back, his legs braced, ready to bolt away although he doubted he would be able to outrun the beast. He smelled similar to Gabe and he was sure the golden male had mentioned a family of some kind, but the beast before him was nothing short of a Hellion; the shadowy creatures that killed sinners and damned their souls to feel he full wrath and scorn of Yosep’s ire.

Spider speaking   Echo Speaking You Speaking Toad's voice