Sunset Valley The Wandering She-Wolf

Revolver subsided somewhat when the shewolf did not immediately back down. It seemed like she was willing to defend her meal, small as it was. He took her words to be defensive in nature, and turned his head to the side to take the edge of aggression out of his stance. 

"Seen a brown and white dog anywhere around here?" he asked, hoping to diffuse the situation. Besides, he was at a point where he might as well start asking. He had no trail to follow, and no idea which way she'd gone.