What Big Teeth You Have

The two Carpathian wolves came across another crevasse with a large skull partially sticking out above ground. This one was thicker than the other, and had teeth reminiscent of deer or cattle—an herbivore. Artorias watched Bowen glance between this skull and the others they had passed, piecing together what she was thinking. How strange it was to consider that there were species of creatures no longer living that had once walked the same earth as they had. He knew that one day death would take them all, as was the course of nature, but to imagine an entire species just... gone. It was like trying to picture wolves all of a sudden vanishing from the world. How bizarre and unfathomable. While he was busy pondering these thoughts, he caught sight of Bowen's trembling body from the corner of his eye and turned to look at her just as she pressed herself insistently into his side. She was ready to go. The blue and black-furred brute gave his sister a soft smile and leaned down to plant a reassuring kiss on her forehead, but relented and began to turn back towards the Hallows. "C'mon, let's go find somewhere more fun to hang out," he spoke softly to his lover, his bushy tail moving to entwine with hers while they walked side by side.

"Bowen & Artorias"