The man with round glasses pet the wolf until its body calmed, essentially taming the wild beast. He then pulled the wolf's head closer to his forehead and gently pressed them together.
The man's eyes flew wide, twirling blue waves projected in them. His view switched from the whitish landscape to clouded recollections — not from his memory, but that of the wolf. Visions of everything the animal saw on its hunt in the abysmal snowy field flooded his mind.
He saw everything, from the endless frosty desert to the two indulgers searching for something and their interaction with the corpses. Once the stream of visions ended, the man coiled back and took a sharp inhale.
"How insane...." He murmured before chuckling softly.
The man lurched up and dusted the snow from his cargo pants. "Thank you, friend." He uttered gratefully.
