Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.

Raumr hesitated as the adrenaline dropped. Suddenly, he could see clearer, and understand better as the boy spoke in a choppy common tongue. Was it worth continuing to attack the boy in the fog? When they were both limited in their skills and could potentially harm the other? He couldn't deny the slight wrinkle of fear running through his thoughts. Everyone was getting sick. There was a chance this wolf was sick too.

Tensing, he continues to prowl around the wolf. "It would not be a death worth dying if you did not fight," Raumr replies, deepened honey tones breaking the tension between them. All he could see was an outline. The boy was indeed large and could pack a punch, but he was larger, stronger, and had a jaw full of teeth strong enough to crush bone. Would it be worth it to the boy to do anything but run?

But he wasn't like his father. He was merciful and kind, lawful and righteous.

"If you are not sick, I will leave you be." Raumr stands then from his hiding spot in the grass. Towering over the wolf, he looks down upon the male. Through the fog, he attempts to see, to look for the infection. Stepping forward, closing the distance, he remains tense. Blood still tinges the air between them from their scuffle, but the scent of rot does not overpower it. Fortunately, for the wolf, he would live to see another day. Still assessing, still wary of the situation, Raumr does not move for several minutes. His tail flicks behind him, back and forth, waiting to see if the wolf will attempt an attack or run. He was no devil, but he was always ready to dance.

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