Arrow Lake i saw you yesterday,

His eyes slowly perused the slim angles that made her — openly, as if she were his possession to behold. But there was nothing covetous in his gaze. His expression remained disinterested even as a forward question alighted on his tongue but was held.

She took note of him. For the sparest of moments she seemed excited to see him, and then her ears fell to her skull and her teeth chewed at her lip. He quirked a brow, his question answered when another black-furred wolf arrived and their familiarity was bared for the world to see.

This other wolf could have been his younger brother.

His ears twitched forward as the coywolf spoke quietly. He had heard them plainly enough. They wondered about him but he offered nothing. He simply laid his broad head down, the white of his chin leaned against the stone, and watched like a raven on a limb.