There's No Mercy

Áskell wandered down the beach, seagulls scattering into the dusky night air. A thin band of orange marked the horizon as the dark clouds gathered in the sky. Halfway down the beach he ran into three strange wolves. "Hey, this is pack land, what are you doing inside our borders?" They stared at him expectantly and he felt a shiver run down his spine. Something about these wolves was off, they didn't seem as real as he felt they should be. Were these… spirits of some sort? His heart started to race and ache. He was frightened but also hopeful. Could he maybe see his brother or his father again?

He looked to the dark colored wolf, the serious one whom Áskell assumed could be some sort of leader. He approached the dark wolf. "Are you all… spirits?"