Little Ghost

The russet-colored brute had never really seen many interesting things upon his travels. He had traveled down the mountains into this little area some time ago anyways, and not many new encounters when it came to wolves or even prey graced him with his presence. His monotone expression showed carelessness, not really paying much attention. Even if he were close to death, his expression wouldn’t falter. When he was with his family, they taught him to stay strong and vigilant, heck, even his family seemed to posh and pristine to really care about expressions much themselves; deeming them as some form of weakness unless it was absolutely necessary. Plus, his quiet attitude and demeanor always seemed to scare others away, giving them only as much as a raised eyebrow before walking off himself.

His thoughts were soon interrupted when his ears flicked, happening to catch the sound of quiet sobbing. What were they even crying about? He heaved a deep sigh as he walked over to where the sound could be heard from. From the cries themselves, they sounded like a female as he stayed in the shadows watching her for a moment. The coloration of her pelt almost resembled that of a ghost. Though that was some superstition that mothers would often tell their offspring if they didn’t behave while going to sleep. He scoffed a little bit as he approached her, raising an eyebrow as his serious expression watched her for a moment, his expression pretty much asking his question for him, wondering why she was even crying in the first place. He would ask her, but he was always quiet unless he really needed to talk or give his name.