Bag of Bones

the mountain regions were beautiful in these lands, but Benedict knew that most of the beauty came from the unclaimed status of them. as a loner, he wasn't privy to the loveliness that came with pack territory; all the good spots were usually swiped up before a loner could settle. no matter, he thought, with a shake of his thick neck fur. it wasn't like he had a place in mind anyway. wandering was nice until his paws ached. then he had to stop for a bit. hunt. find shelter. settle for the night and then move on again. this time he'd find his way toward another stranger.

bending over the remnants of a corpse, no less. he'd approach her, though kept his distance in case she was in a foul mood. he noticed she seemed a bit shrunken. "are ye hungry?" he'd ask softly, tilting his head. "I can... hunt for ye if you like." though whether he'd be fruitful was unknown. he hadn't tried hunting since he got here, surviving mostly on carrion himself or the good efforts of kind strangers. he'd stand before the woman now, head held high with no reason to avert his gaze or appear outwardly suspicious. he was calm and collected as usual, with no aggression shown to her.