Running With Scissors

As he was looking over the old corpse, he hadn't noticed the approach of the other wolf until he heard her voice. Instinctively, he turned to face her with a growl. Though it ceased shortly after seeing her. He had never quite seen a wolf like her. She looked pretty exotic, with all manner of markings along her pelt, though she looked like she was part of this whole phenomenon. The horned devil studied her for a few moments, unsure on how he should be feeling right now. Finally, he looked away and returned his gaze back to the crystallized carcass. "No, I don't. I've never seen something like this before." He stated simply.

He decided to paw at the crystals, undisturbed by the fact they were attached to the bones of a rotting corpse. They pulsed with his touch, and a moment later he swore his ears started to ring. He shook his head. He was a little irritated, but he chalked it up to coincidence, that is...until he stoped touching it. Weird..."You...you didn't happen to hear that...did you?" He asked, glancing to the stranger.

"Speech"