Cold Shadows

Hantu was certainly not expecting another wolf to make their abrupt appearance. The voice still seemed young and inexperienced within their life. Their eyes opened slightly, a little bit of exhaustion still noticeable upon their features before turning their cranium to notice the yearling off in the distance. Their ebony orbs almost appearing as soulless, non-existent, but they were there and useful just like any other. One would just have to look much more closely, especially with the darkness of the clouds and ash that hung around them.

Should they speak to the young wolf, or keep their silence? One thing was for certain, some young ones couldn't hold their tongue when something was unnatural about their surroundings, and this was no acception.

"Salutations," the wolf's voice rung out, it's weird mixture of tones reverberated throughout the world around them, there expression was that of disdain and unease. They might be assumed rude, but it was only in their nature after their situation at their old home. "This one is new, what is it that they call you?" Hantu asked with the slight tilt of their head in curiosity.