Zedwin contently trotted along the shadows, squinting at the fire that suddenly caught out of no where and the short sounds of a futile struggle. How entertaining. Zed had grown to dislike both demon and wolf kind alike, he was alone, he had always been alone, and it wouldn't surprise him if he stayed that way for quite some time. Frowning the necro kept the demon skull mask over his face, happily moving in the direction of the sound, hopefully someone would die, that would be amusing, but instead the lanky brute bumped into a rather angry fire wolf.
