Otter Creek get ready to roll

Pffft. ♥

Shafts of golden light did little to warm the damp, sooty coat of the drifter despite tongue glancing across the tippy-tops of guard hairs covering appendages. So serene was the objective that little attention was given to the intrusion of another canid not far off — perhaps, in part, to the shift of scent away from the frigid shores of the creek and lack of bird noise. It wasn't until ember-like eyes sliced towards the horizon, catching the tumble of a small songbird as it flitted back towards a small thatch of undergrowth, that attention was piqued. The panic of wings prompted a lift of head, just barely catching the stark figure of another. 

Ears slammed forward, stare going hard in an earnest attempt to distinguish the individual from a rolodex of known acquaintances. Uninhibited by the silence, the wolf took a moment to observe his fellow, sweeping a cunning expression along the length of scarred body and back again. "Yes?" was all that was managed, a flippant tone carried just above the pitch of the bubbling brook over rocks. It wasn't intended as accusatory or demanding, as ears swayed back against skull set and nose lifted in a somewhat curious expression. 

She held a set of golden eyes, their emotionless stare hard and icy despite the undertones of earth within their depths. Her size was considerably larger with just enough femininity to give her the appearance of a rather large bear mother. She was rugged and dangerous, a boulder amidst soft grasses portraying something of a shield and defender without having to say a word.