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Paris had watched the massive, shadowed figure slip away, and he was admittedly relieved. For some reason, giant, looming figures in a dark, foggy graveyard set his nerves on edge. Goodness knows why, though.

He heard something shuffle close to him, glancing down and seeing little more than a dark blob and a pair of eyes. Though visually he had little to work with, the sound of a tail wiggling back and forth on the grass, and the distinct dog-like smell told him that there was, in fact, some kind of doggo by his feet. This pleased him, as Paris was quite the dog-person. Well, animal-person really, but dogs were one of those 'extra-favorites.'

Still, it was a bad idea to outright pet an unknown dog. "Heeeeey pupper, what's up?" The man offered a hand for the animal to sniff while he surveyed his surroundings. He had half a mind to dig his glasses out of his hoodie's pocket, but they'd be fogged over in seconds, and glasses didn't exactly negate darkness. They just made it... crispy darkness. And unfortunately, the picture quality of those silhouetted tombstones had nothing to do with his inability to place the voices echoing through the mist. There were... two? three? other people that were close enough to hear.

Including one with a very tiny voice. The man turned in the direction he thought it was coming from. "Helloooo?" he cautiously called into the fog.

There was something similar to a squee of joy that came out of the girl's mouth when she saw the fistful of sweets being hold out to her. Swiftly, she ceased petting the wolf's white crown and took the candies on her hands, carefully placing them on her pumpkin-gourd. "Thank you, Miss!" Yaritza said on a merry tone, inspecting the newest addition to her bounty.

"The canines?" She asked, refering to the wolves. "Not at all! I've never seen them before!" She said with an odd pride in her voice, her hand looking once again for the wolf's soft fur. Petting again the animal's crown, Yaritza observed as the woman turned to see the gravestone. So there was someone in there! It was good to know her glasses hadn't broken, but she still wondered why was so hard to see that guy.

"Is there a hum--...Someone over there?" She asked, trying to set her wording properly, as the hand holding the gourd bag raised in the air and pointed towards the gravestone.

(Thank you! ;v; this is actually the first time I get to use her, actually :'D)

He scattered away from Paris’s hand but slowly came back and sniffed it.

The female was happy that she was getting pet.

Huh, must be wild, Rowen assumed of the canines. Though, they were rather friendly for maybe being feral. She couldn’t be sure, Rowen didn’t know much about dogs. She’d only ever had real experience with one, like ten years ago. And it had been a street dog that stayed in the alley behind the motel the Moore family had currently been living in at the time. Rowen and her brother would secretly feed the mutt scraps of the scraps they were fed, play with him, cuddle him, try to teach him to sit- which he never did understand. But then it was time for the Moore family to find a new place to squat, she doesn’t know what came of the mutt after that. He’d been a cool pal though.

“Uh, yeah,” She responded to the young girl after a brief pause, “some guy..”

Why was he just hiding down there?

Rowen was, in general, too brazen and dumb to feel frightened in situations. And she’d been in plenty worse than this current one she was finding herself in, much worse. But, this was weird.

Her thin, arched eyebrow furrowed together under her bandit mask when a disembodied, “Helloooo,” came from the darkness behind her.

Geez, I must’ve missed all the flyers for the Graveyard Party or something. How many more people were lurking around out here in the darkness?

She supposed she couldn’t judge too harshly, as she too was one of the weirdos creeping about a cemetery in the night.

Did she dare call the attention of yet another one of these fellow strangers over to her?
Yes.

“Hey!” She called back through the fog.

The females ears twitched whenever a small sound was made. Her eyes were staring at nothing as she trotted towards Rowen.

The male looked up and darted between Reese’s legs then sat besides the two panting happily.

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Wolves. Angry women. Alf. And the blond-haired man that wailed like a banshee. And he STILL hadn't found the one he was looking for.

He was out. It wasn’t hard, either. The mist gathered so thickly, that it only took 10 feet for his form to disappear entirely. He was gone before anyone could think much of him.