OOC: Creeper? Bah, you wish! Here be Ghost!
The wolf closed his eyes. He'd fallen ill with some illness. He guessed it was food poisoning. Perhaps eating that dead fox had been a mistake. It had obviously died for an unnatural reason, and now he was feeling the after-effects. Ah well.
Ghost opened his yellow orbs, gazing at himself in the puddle. A pale grey wolf stared back. He breathed out, turning his seemingly pupil-less eyes away. Ever since his encounter with the beings at the Church, he'd become aware that his appearance was far from acceptable. He'd spent some time grooming, fixing his matted coat, but never-ending travel wasn't compatible with keeping clean, and his fur was always smeared with dirt.
His large ears twitched as he heard the clicking of another, and a few moments later the scent of dog drifted into his nostrils. He sighed, licking his lips. He felt so cryptic, so ancient. Yet he was supposed to be in his prime, at his best! How stupid the world was.