He Never Came Back

Cadaver's ears twitched at the sound of a voice, his head slowly swiveling around to meet the gaze of another. He sized up the stranger and his companion, his blue and pink eyes narrowing slightly. He was intruding on his solitude, an interruption to his private revelry with the waterfall. Still, Cadaver arched his neck, broadening his shoulders and standing taller, inflating his presence to match the size of his ego. "Just taking in the view," he responded gruffly, not taking his eyes off Björn. The other wolf was not all that different from him - around the same size and same age. Hardened by the harsher parts of nature, just like him. But Cadaver noted a few subtle differences in Björn, the most striking being the antlers that crowned his head. A peculiar sight indeed. Was he a threat? Cadaver wasn't certain, but he wasn't about to be bested by a fellow pup, especially one who trespassed upon his domain - - however temporary it may be.

Cadaver's tail flicked behind him, brushing against the mossy rocks beneath him. His eyes narrowed further as he maintained eye contact with Björn, refusing to show any sign of weakness or trepedation. "You lost?" he asked, his voice barely above a low growl. The waterfall's thunderous roar otherwise filling the silence between them.

"Cadaver Nightwing"