Witchy Wolves

The sickly man had wandered through the crypts for more than a year now, somehow just on the edge of life. He teetered back and forth between giving up and pushing through one more day. He wished desperately that Mortis would come and find him, that his knight in shining armor would save him from this hell like existence. The thought of him was really the only thing that kept the once regal koi wolf going. He survived off cockroaches and bugs, and he savored the occasional mouse that would wander too close by him.

He didn’t move much anymore, but he felt the need to again try and find his way out. He knew that he was deep inside the earth, and escape was not likely at this point. Not when he could barely take a few steps. He wandered, almost drunk looking, until he realized he was not alone.

"Speech"