I remember this place

Askan faintly caught the sound of sloshing water, as though noises were harder to catch unless he meant to hear them. He hadn't really thought about it, didn't care to, but it was probably a result of him not really being here. Like he was straddling the border, half in and out of the doorway. He turned, his lip curling in a tsk as he noticed a wolf glowering in his direction. As though he was the source for all his strife and woes. Well fuck him, Askan was just minding his business. Why'd he need to get so assy?

Turning, his motions all ghostly and slow, he regarded the stranger with a piercing look. The only alive thing about him was the disdain in his eyes, like feelings from his lifetime were all to eager to rush to the surface.

"What?" He asked with no preamble. "What are you looking at?"