But If I Know You, I Know What You'll Do

Out of the castle, away from the wolves of The Hallows. They were nice enough, Quill just wasn't big on mass amounts of social interaction. Having been a lone wanderer, he was used to solitude. And so he took his leave, making his way out towards a large, expansive field. Strange, uniform looking stone lay hidden beneath the thick grass. It was an odd place, but it was void of other wolves, so he'd take it.

Up above, the sun beat down, but it did little to take away the chill of autumn. Winter would likely be a cold one, if today was any indication. The maned brute made his way towards a tall stand of rocks that lifted up out of the land like a stony perch. Long legs cut through the wild grasses until, with a leap of ease, Quill was settled atop this slab of stone. Thankfully it wasn't too knobby or bumpy.

Curling one paw up against his chest, the marbled man placed his chin down upon the stone. He thought about the dream woman. She'd visited him again last night and the night before. Were the dreams more frequent now because he knew she was real? He couldn't say, but it definitely unnerved him fiercely. If she was real... what was he supposed to do with that?

"Quill Klein"