I AM YOUR NIGHTMARE IN THE FLESH

These lands weren't so different from the ones where he grew up. Ganelon paced through the snow, gray eyes disinterested in his surroundings. Same thing as always; he was following along the shoreline, smelling cold water and gulls and hoping one of them landed nearby so he could grab it. Food was hard to find this winter, and he'd taken a glance at his reflection in a sheet of ice the other day to see that he was quite alot smaller than he remembered himself being. Life of a loner, he supposed. Overrated, freedom. Time to go sell himself to another pack in exchange for food and a dry bed. The soldier huffed out a breath into the air, cursed to himself, and continued lurching along. Ahead was some kind of construct; he'd go check it out.

The object turned out to be sitting in the water. Ganelon had never seen anything like it. He sniffed the outside, which was made of..he wasn't really sure; some kind of alien material..caught nothing more interesting than a handful of different loners, and mm, rats?

A meal was a meal and he was too poor to be picky about what he ate. Ganelon took a few careful steps back, gauged the distance between the ground and the top of this object, took a deep breath, and launched himself into the air. A solid eight feet and he felt his paws connect with the surface of the object. Ice, not unexpectedly. He slid a few feet and came to a halt against the rail. Immediately stopped to look around for threats.

Nothing much. The top part of the construct was made of the same stuff as everything else. Cold, ice-covered, kind of brownish colored. The wind blew in some sort of vine things, which creaked slightly. Ganelon took a few careful steps and spotted the lion. Or whatever. Smaller than the lions he was used to. The scarred wolf immediately dropped his head and snarled at it, warning it off. Lions didn't usually try to fight; normally they took one look at you and ran off. Hopefully this would be the case here. He'd never fought one and it wasn't really in his plans.