raised by wolves, and other beasts

There’s a faint rustling sound from a few hundred yards in front of him. Will freezes.
Something that looks like it stepped right out of a nightmare walks into the clearing. It’s vaguely human-shaped, skin so black it shines iridescent blue over emaciated ribs and perfectly formed antlers. It walks like a beast of burden, slow and inexorable, and it’s staring right at Will.
It blinks.