King Elk Forest the pariah

The smaller wolf seemed to carry herself with a purpose. Her intentions to keep pace with him were fueled by something that Skellige did not fully understand. He didn't much care to. Her innate desire to keep her pack safe from his haggard presence would have been impressive if it weren't for the inky male's lack of reverence toward pack life. Their borders did not phase him. This female, driven by her need to protect her brood, did not phase him. 

Her frame allowed her to take speed and agility over his looming figure. Her muzzle was crinkled in warning and her blue gaze had a protective glint. A wicked twisting of his mouth showed how impressed he was with the woman's effort. Nasty yellow canines peeked from beneath the dark leather of his lips. 

Her warning struck his ears and Skellige canted his head to the left with an expression of mock surprise. Then, with narrowed brows and a quick snap of his teeth, his fur rose along his spine just slightly before he uttered a gurgling "no."