The spectral wolves were afraid of him, hesitating to attack but they wouldn't back away either.
"However, even though the dead can be greedy, its greed can never surpass that of the living." Sol's tone turned cold as he looked into the thick leaves of the tree
Sol could smell fear from these spectral wolves, but this fear was not directed at him, but something dark hiding within the tree. That was why the angel of death didn't stand at the foot of the oak tree, instead it perched on the leaves.
Hihihihihihi hihihihihihi!
Low feminine chuckles rang like a bell in the silent night, reaching the edges of the whispering groves.
From the safety of the tree branches Sol had directed them, Curtis and Lucy glanced around, stunned.
Sol was right, there was something here!
"Are you going to come out or do I have to force you out?" Sol hissed, annoyed by the jovial nature of the enemy.
Swish!
