Blacktail Deer Plateau Eyebrow Wiggles

Grayday bristled at the male's intrusive, demanding tone. He remembered telling Pema he wished wolves would be more direct, but if this was what direct felt like, then he'd rather beat around the bush.

"Get out of my sight," he snapped,  taking a threatening step toward the strange wolf. "Talk to me again when you've learned some manners. Until then, if you see me comin', you'd better step aside."

Stiff and bristling, he waited for Engel to take his advice - or face the consequences of not taking it.