The wolf stirred gently, it's front paw waving around in the air for just a moment before it stopped again, a whimper coming from the throat of the animal. It's soft, snow colored fur ran uniformly down the muscled body, but right in the middle of the white was crimson red, the shaft of an arrow protruding rather prominently. Another whimper was emitted, prompting the arrival of a wide shouldered man in a thick coat, his stride lengthened by his long legs. The man grimaced slightly as a sweeping gust from the north blew tufts of snow from the ground past his dark green irises and jet black hair. When the snow settled, the man drew closer to the wolf, kneeling down next to it and stroking the body. A few beats of silence passed between animal and man before the latter spoke: "Let the gods guide you home, wild one." The wolf's paw once again moved in the air, the man taking the paw gently and laying it on the ground. Time passed by, the wolf's eyes slowly closing, the man kneeling by it until the eyes were fully shut. He withdrew the arrow from the now dead wolf and placed it next to the carcass, blowing out a sigh in the process. "May there be a time when the Oversoul is never bled from another." With that proclamation, he began to pick the body up, nestling it on his shoulder before standing with a grunt. He walked back on the path he had become familiar with over the past few months, fully aware of the boastful gusts that were assailing him. If he didn't get home soon,he wou...<br/><br/>Suddenly, the gusts picked up strength, the man almost blown onto his back. The wolf carcass fell to the ground as the man attempted to fight the wind, which seemed to be forcing him in the opposite direction. A moment later, the forest was bathed in a lime-green light, his eyes blinded by the intensity of it. And as quick as it came, it went, leaving the man's eyes to adjust to the growing darkness.<br/><br/>"What..." As his eyes acclimated to the darkness of the forest, he spotted a form in the distance, a pulsating light guiding his gaze toward the form. Carcass forgotten, the man forged forward in the snow, breath crystallizing into vapor. As he got closer, the pulsating seemed to weaken until it was emitting enough light for him to see that the form was the body of a woman. He knelt, placing a hand on her shoulder, shaking it gently.