Pourquoi tu gâches ta vie (marvel et Czernobog)

Striding on long limbs well suited to eating up the ground with ease, he found himself exploring further north. The beastly wolf had no intention of going much further, in fact he was already contemplating a good point to turn around. This had simply been a journey to better familiarize himself with some of the northern continent. It wouldn't do to not know anything about the territory around him, only fools left themselves isolated and unaware of their surroundings. So far he was not terribly impressed with what he saw, and when he found himself trapsing through the mangrove he was even less excited. It was summer, and their were too many bugs for the mostly thin-coated brute to enjoy himself much.

He was stretching himself across a half-rotten log that protested under the weight of the large creature when he spotted some pale shapes moving towards him. Gold eyes narrowed, painted face twitching as he tried to decide what he was seeing. He relaxed a bit as the the shapes proved to be quite small - children, perhaps? He thought it was likely. A single tap of his tail would signal his generally neutral attitude as he called out, "Going on an adventure, little ones?"