You Don't Stand a Ghost of a Chance...

He remained rooted in place. Waiting to see if what he'd seen (or what he thought he saw) was real or just a figment of his imagination. He practically held his breath, waiting for something to happen or for something to appear, but nothing did. That is until he heard a faint sound nearby like someone was walking but it was uneven. And shortly after, a soft snort caused him to search out the source. It was another wolf, a man that looked worse for wear. Had that been him he had just seen through the trees? No...he would've noticed. Besides, the stranger would've had to make a huge circle to get where he was if he had been ahead of him...what he had seen was something else.

"Okay, that definitely wasn't you. Did you see that? Or am I high?" He definitely wasn't high, so that was a rhetorical question. He glanced at the guy and then back to the trees. He had half a mind to shrug it off and keep moving, but...he had to admit, he was very visibly hesitant. "Was probably just a squirrel or something," He muttered before turning his attention to the other guy. "So uh, fancy going for a walk there? Looking for some food, looks like you could use some anyway but everything seems to be, er...real quiet around here."